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Imperfection
We create images within our mind, only to
realize that they are the imperfections of the actual
image we create.
Only when the mind is in the stillness do we see
before us the pure perfection of what we created.
Secrets
I sit here asking my wise old friend, what
secrets will he tell? And he whispers to the forest and
listens to the wind and the trees, for within their
wisdom lies the mystery we all seek.
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