Round and Round It Goes.

The roots should be the basic foundation of an outstanding poetic tree

with weak roots comes the absolute demolition of the tree itself with a slight conditioning to time. 

As days go by, I smile with the rising sun and question why we're always in the never ending "questioning ourselves" loop regarding the version of our reality. 

The heart burdened by the intellect ripping and stitching it together like doctors do with their patients. 

The roots of our mind sink deep within our hearts

some find nourishment and life

most find death and more death. 

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[John the Baptist]

As he thinketh in his heart, so is he. The heart is the gateway to I AM.

[SELF]

Indeed!

The wise man lets his heart overflow but keeps silent his mouth.