Walking under the sycamore trees on the streets in August feels like walking in a past life.
He was your one and only, but now it's just funny because you were never his one and only
From love arises sorrow, from love arises fear. If one is separated from love, there is no sorrow and therefore no fear.
Let go of one thought and feel completely at ease. It's just that thought, so heavy and difficult.
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