WHEN THE EMPTINESS OPENS UP

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A faint breeze is cutting through the woods, making the leaves of the trees around me tremble. That anonymous rustling forms ripples on the folds of my mind. I rest a hand against a tree trunk and close my eyes. Those ripples seem to be a sign, a signal of some sort, but it’s like a foreign language I can’t decipher. I
give up, open my eyes, and gaze out again at this brand-new world before me. Standing there halfway down the slope, staring down at this place with two soldiers, I feel those ripples shifting inside me. These signs reconfigure themselves, the metaphors transform, and I’m drifting away, away from myself. I’m
a butterfly, flitting along the edges of creation. Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard. 
I try to calm my ragged breathing. My heart still isn’t back in one piece, but at least I’m not afraid.”
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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WHEN THE EMPTINESS OPENS UP 

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RESPECT THE REBEL VOICE WITHIN YOU

“Don’t conform.
Life has no place for frailties.
Respect the rebel voice within you.
That may well be the call of the finer you.
Aspire and be liberated.
Life has no place for sympathy seekers.”

RESPECT THE REBEL VOICE WITHIN YOU

RESPECT THE REBEL VOICE WITHIN YOU

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MY MADNESS IS FOR ME

My madness is for me
Its joy that makes me we
My freedom is not split
My soul has got its spirit

My loneliness is fulfilling
Its friendship is refreshing
What if they have jeers to say
My peace has me on this way

They don’t care to know me
It’s liberating and so it is to be
I am alone and I am with me
It’s the day and I am finally free

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