My heart breaks. The wind blows, the blood flows Life leaps clear from grey rock to green trees. Here Ice hangs in pans along the shore. Low tide, high tide, breathe in, breathe out. The cedars wear tough bark, worn elegant by life. The fractal forest light, Invades the canyons of my soul. No cars,…
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The End of the World
Corinne’s Myth Feb 2012 Humans are lost in their path. The world goes round in a loop with no direction out or forward. Reincarnated here over and over, the condition gets worse, not better. Souls are all coming back as humans. Life lessons ignored, unheard, unattained, souls come around again and again. The human sheep…