Some thoughts, mainly random rantings. I was 23 when I started this blog, and as time goes on some thoughts will remain the same, some views may change when I am no longer the observer but actually the performer, in this play that is life. These thoughts simply reflect a bit of the chaos that plays through my mind every day as I take a moment to observe the little details that I encounter along my path.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Letting go to hold on
Nothing happens without cosmic guidance,
The wise say that patience will uncloak purpose
The intelligent claim that purpose is what you make it
In the heart of a child, purpose is driven by curiosity
by love, by fear, by listening to our heart
The mistake is to think that we can control the outcome,
another mistake lies in not trying,
the dilemma of the soul...
Enjoy and learn from what is there in front of you
Sometimes it makes sense to swim
with the current and wait,
Sometimes it makes sense to swim against
the current if land is within sight.
Time is space, space is time,
every moment, everyone, everything,
its purpose
and meaning is dependent on the exact
timing and placement in this continuum.
Depending on timing , purpose and space
what was forbidden now
evolves to become mundane
what was accepted is now forbidden
and becomes enshrouded in mystery.
Art in time
degrades unless appreciated
and the ordinary becomes a gem...
The wise say that patience will uncloak purpose
The intelligent claim that purpose is what you make it
In the heart of a child, purpose is driven by curiosity
by love, by fear, by listening to our heart
The mistake is to think that we can control the outcome,
another mistake lies in not trying,
the dilemma of the soul...
Enjoy and learn from what is there in front of you
Sometimes it makes sense to swim
with the current and wait,
Sometimes it makes sense to swim against
the current if land is within sight.
Time is space, space is time,
every moment, everyone, everything,
its purpose
and meaning is dependent on the exact
timing and placement in this continuum.
Depending on timing , purpose and space
what was forbidden now
evolves to become mundane
what was accepted is now forbidden
and becomes enshrouded in mystery.
Art in time
degrades unless appreciated
and the ordinary becomes a gem...
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