Dont ya feel like a work of art? an extension of curious body parts Like a piece of sculptor being honed, making dents, chips and markings; toned. Didnt ya ever wonder why it was so? that we need these experiences to know. We are still being shaped by an invisible thread, that joins us to the master planner instead. One may find their path is hard and tedious another may find their way easy and harmonious., Says one;Dammit, hua, what a difficult pace, Says another; Peace and serenity is written on his face. Dont ya think that poetry is like painting a picture telling a story of some ones past and future, What you say; like layers of an onion, like a toothache toe jams or bunions . Well Ive gotta go soon, over stayed my welcome, fortunately lucky it is not a race of endurance. I swear if it was between the hare and the tortoise I would be the tortoise deliberately slow on purpose. Be present, in the now, behind the eight ball, what could I leave as a reminder of this special call? Every time we turn a page, a glorious new day, Allah U Abha; a Bahai, Glory be to God, you say.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 10:51:48 +0000
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