Reflection kills her night.
The tower dramatically sways,
Dancing with the street light,
Gleaming with the moonbeam.
She grabs a cloth
To wipe her mirror.
Oye, her little heart.
You need a janitor.
—

graphs of my Universe
Reflection kills her night.
The tower dramatically sways,
Dancing with the street light,
Gleaming with the moonbeam.
She grabs a cloth
To wipe her mirror.
Oye, her little heart.
You need a janitor.
—
Imperfection, Love:
Perfection on the way. Back
To imperfection.
Perfection, Beloved,
Imperfection on the way.
Back to perfection.
—
No one is perfect as everyone is imperfection in perfect cycles.
How perfect you are, don’t boast. You are simply “rotten body in progress”. How imperfect you are, wise up. You are the soul “shining in progress”. Your body is deteriorating, your soul is rising.
….
Only if you are willing to slow down.
Enjoy the rest of this weekend!
💝
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