Original calligraphy from Thich Naht Hanh
obsessed with this song
It can be very difficult to forgive people who constantly remind you how not sorry they are.
I got into a law school that specializes in social justice. I am crying.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”, the child song.
Tumbling down steep hills, bruised knees, arms legs askew
Cheeks dirty and rosey, soiled, fresh, plump, sallow
Joyous bird calls bursting forth from hallowed lungs
Praising the morning air, sending blessings to nature, gods
Unknowingly casting spells of prosperity for spring
Knowingly throwing clods of the clay into the air, catching faces
Feet, jumping to avoid the missiles of mud, rolling
Life sped up in the pause.