early morning dialouge
"so this was it, was this it with all its suppose glory. Always questioning casue the fear is ever present like the God we believe in. it was suppose to be perfection whatever that is."
the sunlight grew stronger and penetrated through the blinds as the seconds ticked on. As my eyes grew heavier and heavier it was my heart that was bringing me to a crawl.
"was my heart ever beating, was that pulse i felt all these years just my soul trying to escape? what is: death, life, Love? since i could speak my mind i have asked you these questions O' Lord, but with your voice You did not answer. You answered with everything that was around me, everything that was right. there is no death nor is there life without Love for that it what binds us."
Air reaches my lungs but not for me to breathe, my heart pumps not for me to live, it is only with all these obstacles and pain that we can actually see the greatness that is Love. The test is not to make it to death, but to experience life, which then will lead us to death but not Death, death is only another obstacle like a bump in the road.
I do not write to be heard, I write so that you may learn.
the sunlight grew stronger and penetrated through the blinds as the seconds ticked on. As my eyes grew heavier and heavier it was my heart that was bringing me to a crawl.
"was my heart ever beating, was that pulse i felt all these years just my soul trying to escape? what is: death, life, Love? since i could speak my mind i have asked you these questions O' Lord, but with your voice You did not answer. You answered with everything that was around me, everything that was right. there is no death nor is there life without Love for that it what binds us."
Air reaches my lungs but not for me to breathe, my heart pumps not for me to live, it is only with all these obstacles and pain that we can actually see the greatness that is Love. The test is not to make it to death, but to experience life, which then will lead us to death but not Death, death is only another obstacle like a bump in the road.
I do not write to be heard, I write so that you may learn.