You who hear me speak, you do not know the full weight of my voice, Clashing noisily against the walls of my inner being. You who look into my eyes, you do not glimpse the full scope of my gaze, Absorbing all that I know and freezing it in time. You who see the shape of my form, you cannot grasp the full stretch of my stance. For it is the universe as a whole, and it burns within me with such ferocity as to coalesce its gleaming refuse into the world that surrounds me. You who speak of love, you do not mention its potential, you do not explain its complexity. You who hear of love, you do not trust its words, and you second guess its worth. We have become immersed in a miasmic mist of mediocrity, we have surrounded ourselves with meaningless comforts and forgotten that we were made for progress, not stagnation. The universe is infinite, and we are its interpreters. We are the hands of God within the universe. And we learn to become the full scope of what we are, by learning how to change our inner feelings and thus alter our outer environment. But our thoughts are meant to let us see. Like light lets our eyes see. But too much light can be blinding, too Too much light can burn. And so with our thoughts. We must not let our imagination be given over to fear. We must hold it for ourselves, and utilize its divine qualities to promote express and demonstrate happiness. We should do this simply because it is what grants us our own paradise. And that in turn makes paradise of our world.
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 01:11:58 +0000
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