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The way everything we touch

What a strange thing⁣

The way everything we touch⁣

Turns into memories.⁣

My heart ached through the night⁣

For the laughters that echo through the chamber of time⁣

The imprints we leave⁣

Lifted by the wind⁣

Faces shuttered by the shadows⁣

Places we raced past⁣

Places we are forced to go⁣

Only to look back and wonder ⁣

Why, I wish I has taken my time to see better.⁣

All the ways people come and go ⁣

We all die⁣

And only because we are meant to come⁣

As spirit⁣

And go ⁣

As spirit. ⁣

But the things we leave behind⁣

Rooms and houses of the things⁣

We leave behind ⁣

Words and actions we leave behind⁣

In the blood that runs through the living⁣

In the memories ⁣

Of the living.⁣

All streams must flow towards the ocean⁣

All ceremonies must come to an end.⁣

Wished for, longed for⁣

The return home is simply this⁣

Like petals in the wind⁣

We dance⁣

Rise and fall ⁣

We kiss⁣

And let go⁣

We love⁣

And become⁣



Thankful for my family. ⁣

Thankful for my lineage.⁣

Thankful for my husband.⁣

Thankful for the chajins, whose generosity and quiet compassion and advice, tenacity and embodied stillness through the chaos of life have taught me so much.⁣

Deep bow 🙇‍♀️. I am so grateful. ⁣


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Be you, be free, it's all available for you, 💋⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣

LiYing 📿

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