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inner arrangements aligning
older paths declining
an old yearning arising
vanity of vanities comprising
self-awareness despising
fountain of life chastising
ways of death and vying
tent of earth descrying
visions of heaven undying

and sometimes i just get tired

"Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope."

this message was presented to me, through various means, no less than four times today.

It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.

- M. Twain

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the aroma that dissipates as soon as it is recognized, this is the sweetness of life
what is more fragile than the transience of living--the sentiment that fades the moment it is felt
this is a mystery, how vulnerable true beauty can be

with enough imagination, a man can bow under the pressure of his loneliness.  what is it that compels a young fool to ask for the truth, even when he might not be able to bear it?  having been exiled from his only love, his only affirmation, his only identity--he gropes in the darkness for something solid.  he cries into the heavens, longing to be ( Read more... )

To dance and lose oneself in Someone else

To live without a mirror’s glance

and walk in Wholeness

To bask in the warm light of Love

and forget all loneliness and fear

To drink Your living water

and give up all thirst

This is the cry of my troubled soul

at the end of the day i have been given information that is by its very nature incommunicable.  i can shout and scream but it won't move for a minute those tired souls who've chosen to accept the status quo.  i think that's the root of why i don't like to talk a whole lot.  i can't exactly trace the source of my understanding, partly because memory ( Read more... )