The vegetables are ready; don’t miss the steaming soup time. I accommodated some spinach in my bedroom as the rain was threatening to wash away my saliva from the soil. Many were talking today about karma, doing unconsciously references to a word that doesn’t define the denouement of the fortune surrounding their existences. The word was inappropriate as the attitude itself. Aaah what a green view form my bed, I don’t have time to pursue changes in the “unchangeable” or to accuse the fundamental from being inaccurate. There was great talk giving material to chew for the next few weeks, thanks you so much the framed light to make it possible, once again. But to close circles and cut off the top of the hills, this is dispensable, it won’t ever make a complete being. What is crucial can engross rich layers of minerals, resting over a mother substratum of undetermined value, there where the bugs dig for no pay. Who questions what labor is better that this? Whatever we decide to deserve or not deserve goes round and round till precipitating to join the fountain’s bottom filth. There where the dragonflies decided not to come back to the air there is no more than one reason for the purpose of their eternal rest, for more than you want to save them they don’t want to be saved. Is there any reason for me to want more than this? I give life a chance from my little caged plot, still able to absorb what is given for the sake of love and not for the purge of faith. B_Nour
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