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Origins
I am from water.
I am from breath.
I am from body.
I am from blood.
I am from heart.
I am from thought.
I am from life.
Thursday 31st December 2020 6:21 am
Lost (Where is Home?)
The past, the present and the future are always changing,
There’s nothing in this world that stays unchanged.
What we remember, where we are and what we might become
Are like shifting clouds no people see the same.
So do not ask me where I think I am going,
And do not ask me where I think I have been.
Don’t enquire how I think I might be feeling,
I don’t and can’t know even who I am.
Saturday 28th November 2020 5:36 pm
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