a poem about what freedom requires from us (you and me)

of who you are

What does it taste like?

excerpts from rupi kaur’s “milk and honey”

There is no such thing as life

This is God’s love sound

literally and figuratively (com tudo es amor)

This is not a guide to simply Being

excerpts from Víctor Terán’s “Poems/ Diidxado’”

Remembrance of the Real Self

life is but a nightmare dreaming

and there is Love

The time for war is over

It starts, but doesn't end, with you.

When the dish tried to run away with the spoon.

a little heart to heart

Could we be Love?

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