Tat Tvam Asi: Thou Art That

The warmth of summer stains the heart, as the light that spilled over the cloth grows weary. With its passing, indignant our the leaves as we tread upon their vestiges. Gifted are we, courting time for such a duration, by comparison with our fleeting red brothers and yellow sisters. Yet we hold ever complacent, failing to look up, to stare at life through its own eyes. To see it as it is, as a single leaf falling from its tree.


– Josh Fleming


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