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If we can inhale/exhale with perfect / regularity, 
if breath / is a leash to hold the mind 
proceed to attune to all the ways in which your body—
A body can cause almost anything / to happen. 
Peace is a Bunch of Shit
There is nothing wrong with mindfulness and stillness as a tool for awareness. But, the opposite of war isn’t peace - the opposite of war is a party. A party is disruptive, experimental and leads to new ideas.
Life without tax
Life without evaluation
Life without action and exploitation
A real living here carries the baggage of meaning and legacy
I guess that’s why people move here
In peace there is no need for action or settlement
There is no movement
of loud culture
oily flesh giving
It seems that a great obstacle between us and peace is that we have no vocabulary, moral or visual imagination that is adequate for considering what it could look like.
Peace is uncertain to us. Peace is frequently understood as an inconceivable or abstract idea, whereas war is not only accepted as real but inevitable.
I argue for the impossibility of peace while there is an enforcement of dispossession and the disenfranchisement as well as lack of freedom for First Nations people, refugees and minorities. For many, there is no justice, so what can be made of peace and its fraught relationship to it?
if you wrote a love letter to the land it would be unrequited correspondence:
presume the depths of a puddle