but the projections of our thoughts create it all. Different versions of you remind
me of the scent I once knew. Through the crowds we all escape but there are only
few who are fully awake. The matters of the tribe floating with the winds into the land,
the seasonal change opens us up to the traces that were left. Flourishing in the open
and always out for the chase, the never ending to where it leads is everywhere we see.
To run in the fields of nothing, to feel the touch of something, skin on skin everything.
Motionless in thought, the resistance could never be fought. Flowing in, the fields full
of vision, the silence grew. Collectively, everything synchronized and the leaves fall in
the spots they choose. Raw and vivid, I can never forget this time but it will always be
repeated. Autumn colors show, in a reaction to actions, a never ending pattern of growth.
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