Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Monday, November 23, 2009

The turtle is splitting hairs

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Today I am grateful to know that life is not made up of what we know through our intellect or the trophies we have gathered. It is made of the love and compassion we experience in our hearts.

See? Nice guys really do finish first... don't give up.
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