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𝄟⃝♪. 𖦤 ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀🧠 ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ✍🏼
..𓂃..Master Peace, Masterpiece..𓂃..

Some silences aren't empty, they're sacred. Equally so, is one's love of music. It is tolerant. The reverberation of shared experience; in presence, in absence. The flow of connectedness through humility that is in giving and in receiving. Found woven in-between our forgiving, and lost in our forgetting. Through our reach - to hold on, and our release - to let go.
Music is not tangible, but we feel it. 
It is the reliever, it is the healer; of our inner experiences and expressions.
Masterpiece, master your peace.
Master Peace, Masterpiece. 

-Chinmoku

I write poetry to music.




..𓂃..𝓘 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮..𓂃..

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼,
𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮
𝓣𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓱𝓼,
𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮
𝓣𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀,
𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮
𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼,
𝔀𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮.
𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮,
𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝓦𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽,
𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓪 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮,
𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮.

𝓣𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓸𝓶𝔂,
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴
𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻,
𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼,
𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭
𝓐 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰,
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭
𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵'𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮,
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽'𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝔂, 𝓿𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽,
𝓢𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔀𝓷, 𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽.
𝓘𝓷 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮, 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 ....

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴, 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽.

🌸𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓾 ..𓂃🖋 

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