werds n that

The first words break through, like buds in spring
January 15, 2009, 6:18 am
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It’s not a poem.  It’s not a story.  It’s not novel, nor script, nor quote.  You can’t distract yourself with it on the train.  You can’t bury your nose in it, in a cafe.  This place here is about words.  The power and beauty of them.  Though what I really want to talk about, what I really want to communicate isn’t words themselves.  Words are the vehicle.  To carry awakening to the centre of your soul.  Once they arrive there, the words can be forgotten like a disused car at the edge of a town.  While you walk, whistling into the wilderness.


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