Does a tree weep when it must shed its leaves each autumn, though it knows it must be? My heart tells me that it does. We die, we cast off our husk, though we've come to identify deeply with it. And in the same way a tree must shed its leaves to grow anew next season, so too must our soul shed of this world, and all that we love in it; our nature is of that world and cannot carry this fallen one into paradise.
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DreamShaper
Does a tree weep when it must shed its leaves each autumn, though it knows it must be? My heart tells me that it does. We die, we cast off our husk, though we've come to identify deeply with it. And in the same way a tree must shed its leaves to grow anew next season, so too must our soul shed of this world, and all that we love in it; our nature is of that world and cannot carry this fallen one into paradise.
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DreamShaper
Does a tree weep when it must shed its leaves each autumn, though it knows it must be? My heart tells me that it does. We die, we cast off our husk, though we've come to identify deeply with it. And in the same way a tree must shed its leaves to grow anew next season, so too must our soul shed of this world, and all that we love in it; our nature is of that world and cannot carry this fallen one into paradise.
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DreamShaper
Does a tree weep when it must shed its leaves each autumn, though it knows it must be? My heart tells me that it does. We die, we cast off our husk, though we've come to identify deeply with it. And in the same way a tree must shed its leaves to grow anew next season, so too must our soul shed of this world, and all that we love in it; our nature is of that world and cannot carry this fallen one into paradise.
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DreamShaper
Does a tree weep when it must shed its leaves each autumn, though it knows it must be? My heart tells me that it does. We die, we cast off our husk, though we've come to identify deeply with it. And in the same way a tree must shed its leaves to grow anew next season, so too must our soul shed of this world, and all that we love in it; our nature is of that world and cannot carry this fallen one into paradise.
039
DreamShaper
Does a tree weep when it must shed its leaves each autumn, though it knows it must be? My heart tells me that it does. We die, we cast off our husk, though we've come to identify deeply with it. And in the same way a tree must shed its leaves to grow anew next season, so too must our soul shed of this world, and all that we love in it; our nature is of that world and cannot carry this fallen one into paradise.
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DreamShaper