just
‘just’- the word
just, makes me pause
makes me be
makes me just see again
just be
where I’m at
without overthinking
without striving, for perfection
there’s beauty in being just
or in just being
that’s exactly what
feels like justice to living a life
just!
This reflection sits at the intersection of Mind & Entanglement and Time & The Threshold.
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