The only truths that matter
are the ones I don’t understand.
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A Patient Voice 
Politics…
Hmmm.
Healing comes in many forms.
Or not.
Remaining open to the universe, following the middle/equanimity way.
Advocating as we all, as we can, are able and called to over there. There is a season, and a place, for everything under the Heavens
And then there are the places of peace- where the patience, or not, of being a patient….existensional angst, the glories of waves of gratitude and common ground, the nature of this condition we find ourselves in are shared, celebrated, honored.
Breathing in the pain and struggles of this world,
Breathing out peace and kindness
Big Love for you my Patient Patient
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Prefer the unfortunate Joe Biden to this forbidden (or soon with some “inpeachment” ?) Trump’s pic ! 🙂
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The more I try to concentrate
The less I understand
Listening to the wind blow
Is the only way to
Hear life breathing
As Sheldon Always
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