To what end do I believe that there is money to be made?
How did I find myself standing on a street with a box of fortune?
I am forced to sell items for the Chineses New Year.
To believe that I am here, it’s a sight to see.
I am not good with such things, as I hold a bag of money.
To think that I have to run a stand to bring others good luck,
While I am stranded on a cold corner with the snow-filled ground.
Ahh, yes, it’s a sight to see.
I find myself in a convenience store, fighting through an angry employee.
To believe I was trying to sell good luck to fight my hunger.
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The Silence That Follows
“Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything . . . It is the presence of time, undisturbed. It can be felt within the chest. Silence nurtures our nature, our human nature, and lets us know who we are. Left with a more receptive mind and a more attuned ear, we become better listeners not only to nature but to each other. Silence can be carried like embers from a fire. Silence can be found, and silence can find you. Silence can be lost and also recovered. But silence cannot be imagined, although most people think so. To experience the soul-swelling wonder of silence, you must hear it.”― Gordon Hempton
By Paul Stewart2 days ago in Fiction
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