At the edge of winter in crisp early March, a dull thud of numbness delays joy and sadness that will make us weep.
In the flow of life, every aspect bears its opposite.
Between extremes, there’s the balance of peace or peace in the realisation of balance
With the warm blanket of knowledge is the cold of truth.
We are greeted with tears as we come into this world and tears as we go out. ~








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