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The Sun, The Moon, The Mind

There is no day.

There is the rise and fall of the sun.

There is the opening and closing of eyes.

But there is no day.

Only a rolling eternity

split by the sun

and the moon,

and the mind.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

6 replies on “The Sun, The Moon, The Mind”

There are a few ways I perceive this piece, Jason, and that feeling of the days melting into the nights is one of them, for sure. Omg. We’re in complete lockdown again in Melbourne, except for the essential outings…so the days sure are a bit of a blur round here, that’s for shiz. 😱

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Never feel guilty for getting rest. ☺️ Look how much lazing around trees do, and without them…we’d all be dead. 😉x

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