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soul journey - self portrait
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the sweltering sun, the maple tree's poem
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summer tempest, sparrow's song
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"All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” ― Martin Buber
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soul journey
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The Space Between
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sometimes a stillness, a longing
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winter white
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By a Still River
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as the river flows
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when there is someone there, but there is nothing there but itself
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following the wind
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one day
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towards the light
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inner journey
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the space between
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When memories flood in and vanish you away...
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When memories flood in and vanish you away...
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day and night were laced together into a milky haze and an almost unbearable silence
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tree spirits
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impermanence (self portrait)
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'When despair grows in me..." (self portrait)
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so much light
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"the poem. the one. that is running through your life. pay attention. to that poem." n. waheed
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soul journey - self portrait
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"Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, like the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl?" Mary Oliver
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"Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, like the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl?" Mary Oliver
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Self Portrait. Rain, soul journey, and a field of sunflowers.