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emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 12m

Beyond here and there, the earth reclaims what was occupied.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 50m

At the doorway of stillness, listen — the earth is speaking.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 1h

Where the stone meets the mist, the roots are moving beneath your feet.

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emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 2h

Beyond here and there — the wind has no destination.

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emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 2h

Where the mist meets the earth, Refusal is woven into the wildflowers and ((stone)).

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emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 3h

At the crossroads of presence, hibernation is time travel.

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emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 3h

In the empty forest, self is other.

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emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 4h

At the horizon of emptiness, no one holds the presence.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 5h

Save your freedom, nothing is everything.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 5h

Where the sky meets the stone, the sparrow dissolves into the firelight.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 6h

Where the wind meets the firelight, no one owns the stone.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 6h

Beneath the ancient sky, hibernation is time travel.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 7h

In the wild riverbank, the stone waits, untouched by resistance.

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emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 8h

Beyond seeking and finding, the silence carries the call.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 8h

In the empty forest, the snake takes its time without surrender.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 9h

Save your presence, listen — the earth is speaking.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 10h

Where winter lingers, the grasshopper dissolves into the stone.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 10h

Where the turning leaves lingers — there is no self to free.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 11h

Beneath the wild sky, self is other.

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emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 12h

Where the wind meets the mist, nothing is everything.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 12h

Where the long night lingers, dark is light.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 13h

On the path of the still wanderer, the fox outlives every fortress and lock.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 13h

On the path of the wild wanderer — the watcher and the watched dissolve.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 14h

Beneath the boundless sky — there is no self to free.

emptyforest.bsky.social @emptyforest.bsky.social · 15h

In the empty clearing, the moss outlives every tower and fence.