Softer then Rocks

Poets, Oneness, Respect, Improbabilities, Give Ear.

Poets, the giants' sleeps in them, they walk softly for they shall certainly wake. Let them sleep and wake only, when the poets summons them.

Your spirit is worth more than you can ever imagine, for your spirit travels whilst you sleep, and will not reveal any knowledge of your path pending your oneness, when you wake.

Let us not despise the day of small things, for we must keep the decree of life and respect the land.

What is death that you should fear it so much, is it not a deep sleep, where one shall not wake any more, to face a world of improbabilities.

Oh give ear little one; it's the hidden petite things, which keeps us from attaining our objectives in any situation; spiritual, mental, or a driven one.

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