Reid

Wouldn’t trade this;)
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Summer’24 on film
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The natural state, is disorder.
Open the void,
Flow like water.
Only the dismembered, can be remembered.
Threadbare, rewoven, the cosmic embroidery of some distant dream.
One who knows not that the prince of darkness is but the other face of the king of light knows not me,
That truth is sung in the forked tongue of duality.
All is holy,
Each breath a homecoming.
I don’t know where I’m going,
There is only my path.
Perhaps my ducks don’t want to be in a row, So who am I to force them?
The voice of wind is silent,
In the canopy above me, leaves whisper its translations——comprehended by that which does not recognize the borders of its own being.
The vulture spirals in and out of calligraphy, read only for a moment,
signed leisurely by death.
The coastal cliff stands a martyr,
Washed into the sea,
But the sand that lines the shore,
holds the mighty cliff in memory.
And so it seems,
So it seems.
I AM all things.
All things.
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