Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Answers
History is gone, and all that is left is the present time, and it takes a certain kind of recklessness, and responsibility to be here right now. There are no shadows, nor eyes overlooking. The potential, is the silence within the moment. Fear must be waylaid. The silence seeks its requisite peace, There are no voices that can know the way to speak, and any way, they choose to only speak for themselves, and this is only what our voices can do for us. Sometimes the answer is in the distance, and sometimes, it confronts, Always, there are answers, but not conclusions or comforters. To any question, there are many answers, Perhaps the answer, lies in the question.
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