Listening to the door slamming as arguments conspire to
ruin people's lives with their antagonistic attitudes,
feeling and emotionally finding, aspects of living inter-
iorly.
Walking away, leaving the beauty of spirituality to be-
come itself in the midst of yesterday's peace and spirit,
making music, touching the importance of another sphere
of information living in total darkness.
Peacefully and energetically taking self into exacting
realms of spacious and beautiful propensities, alone and
unafraid in depths of tomorrow's life on earth.
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