I may not speak; I may keep every secret kept beneath a wet tongue. No, I will not run, or send praises to the sun, that is just respect for life. Fighting for nothing, hoping that something will create a masterpiece, when the master is in pieces, did anyone foresee it? Breathe it in, it is just life. The plight of our existence is the persistence in not seeing the connection. What is it that you resurrect, man, words, swords, war, or love; such a beautiful mystery and your answers are in the actions, searching for reactions, dissolve the pollution of the mind, and find the solution. What we find are peaceful resolutions. Search no more, the answers were always there, it just took someone who cared enough to care; and there provides your answers. The who that I speak of are you, me, we, the three as one is harmony, not perfect, but with wanting to try, the positive potential always finds a way to present itself; and we are more than presentable. The earth allows us to live together, so why has, we as humanity, forgotten that that same love lives in each other?
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 09:06:35 +0000
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