Running from situations
never helps for the burden still races in our minds
Both a search... each an obsession... a driven madness... constructive... destructive... for the soul inside... for the soul... outside - Musk... Or... Zahir.. break the husk.. set free.. to merge.. as ONE
We are so busy following a script that others have written, that the pages of our own life remain blank
Geniuses connect the notes played on different wavelengths
while
Artists perceive the song in the vibrations of the
universe
There are as |
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many solar |
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systems within us |
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as in space.. |
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Unplumbed.. |
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Undiscovered.. |
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Unimagined.. |
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Myriad worlds we |
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come across.. |
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Some revealed.. |
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Some withheld.. In |
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the quiet recesses |
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of our soul |
Puffs of clouds shine in their
moment of light till the breeze playfully tickles..
forming funny contortions.. as they mirthfully roll all over the expectant sky
Any inborn talent is a unique and humbling blessing..
For Divinity chose us to weave
beauty into the fabric of the
Universe
Why rue a single moment of
life. A seed, an atom, a heartbeat, a breath, a drop..
Are all tiny
harbingers of Creation