I have no memories of past lives, only vague feelings and deja vu encounters.

Sometimes they can be helpful, sometimes they run counter.

When I squat at rest, I feel the heavy burdens that I carried over miles uncharted.

When I feel lonely, I sense the emptiness and pain of the broken hearted.

The falling leaves, springs forward in my mind to new beginnings that are nothing new.

I ponder daily with the question, when will you be me, and I be you?





Dhat888 - The Wizard Speaks

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Dhat888 - The Wizard Speaks

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