The Pen and The Wind

The writings and musings of a windswept soul.
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The river that flows is all of things, 
It is love, time, it is eternity, 
One can’t distinguish between the streams,
In the river of life that we can see,
In every drop our existence entirely,
Not separated by boundaries,
Interconnected to all we can and can’t see, 
In the river that flows we are eternity.