December 19, 2011

  • Making sense

    In this land, I walk as a stranger. Every moment is filled with mystery. My mind blinded by amnesia. Yet I have acquired the wisdom of life times. Life unfolds over and over again. As the old is stripped away, the light shines brighter. The swamp I could not avoid... I sank into its mud...almost stuck. Somehow by divine grace a hand appeared form beyond and lift me back onto my feet. Pleasure is a blessing for the now but leaves the yearning for more behind. Why have I forgotten my purpose? What magic is on this road that I forget who I am? From start I need to learn within burns a tiny light, that can turn into a blaze when connected to the eternal source. When all within illuminates, then all makes sense.

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