Friday, June 8, 2012


You don't know if all was spoken,
That all which I held within
Was shared.
You don't know if all was what you saw,
That all which was in front
Was all what had to be seen.
If I hide within the turbulence of a stormy night
Or the calm of a spring morning.
Love for life, love life, life hence love
It is for each to find
Though guides along the path would point the way
It is for each to decide
Will it be search, or
Giving up and rest to follow.
Some thoughts wouldn't see the light
Someone with a yes may not be the answer
Somethings are meant not to be
Distorted perceptions & illusions may not survive.

Nothing is meant to survive, that is the eternal truth.

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