Bridge over, over water, water over, over land, land over, over rock over
molt.
Simple earth, simple sky, under emptiness. emptiness so complex.
complexity's domain is the mind, where narration cannot succeed and
confusion runs free, "shadow thinking" stealing efforts, what a pain.
Where are the 'real' feelings, thoughts and collections? where are these
gems to be found. And why do those with this luxury not share what they
found.

What of those who fell in the water, what of those lost, parting with all
sound? How free are you, not acknowledging that which watches over you,
there is no bliss in this ignorance, no faith in its shroud. gentle clouds
roam over you, chatting about the sweetness in the morning freshness,
with those breezes from the sea, what do you see?

you have been given a choice, now use it to suppress the black and release
that which is easy, that which is light. what of the seagulls in flight, what
of them who flow without choice? There are things which you cannot see,
there will always be such a set, and you shall not pass a stage, set before
time. Hence remove yourself of this ego, the conscious synonym for
arrogance, that in which the dark bathes in opulence.
   

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