How beautiful is the connection between Materialism and Spirituality? a material breakdown is what leads to a spiritual breakthrough.

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How beautiful is the connection between Materialism and Spirituality? a material breakdown is what leads to a spiritual breakthrough.
I don't know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely.
~Slyvia path
Life , at times feels like an endless longing for something my mind cannot picture but , my heart knows how it feels.
The stars are a witness,
Her scars are a proof,
Gazing at her from my roof,
I know,
The moon has her share of lessons too.
Of how she shouldn't embrace everything that comes her way,
The price of meteorites she had to pay.
But when I see her, she seems so gay
She knows that she only gets wiser everyday.
The pheasant is a witness,
Her beams are a proof,
That in the lonely night sky,
She silently did cry.
Gazing at her from my roof,
I know,
The moon has her share of lessons too,
But she still shines,
Waiting for good times.
If only I could say it out loud , there would be no reason to write.
Indeed , Solitude didn't always mean 'the joy of being alone'. Sometimes it meant 'you gave the world enough chances but, it still managed to fail you'
Bathe me in mud , scar my skin. The rain will wash , the wounds will heal. Yet what scares me are the mighty words you speak , as rain and time are beneath thy speech.
Good times remind me of the sea , coming dancing towards me , but just when my feet get salty , they'd run away.
Freedom seems like a beautiful stranger I saw down the street , I still wonder what she's like , Will I ever get to be friends with her?
And the sky knew, everytime she's filled with grief , the ocean will pour it all into him and grow roses with it.
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