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A short poem about the "clutter" of life |
| Clutter: Is It in your mind or on your phone? Is it in your heart or on your desk? Is it in your room, on the floor? Or is it in your yard, strewn across the lawn? Is it possible that the answer to all of your questions, always ends up 'yes'? Is it possible for you to forever search and never find what you're looking for? Is it possible to love without lust, as it is to lust without love? Is it possible to empty life and everything you believe in, of the demand of clutter? |