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Poem – Broken
I am broken and beneath the evening sun my pieces melt. In the moonlight I am made whole again.
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Thoughts on the Empty Field
I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally, and physically to myself as a wandering soul, a student of this life struggling to relate and come to terms with previous lives. The empty field is the essence of the mind and energy transferred to a…