Finding meaning in lost words

Fri, 07/04/2014 - 11:57 -- felgaye

The debate between acceptance and truth is heard in the caves of one’s consciousness. Each path crosses expanses of endlessly flowing thoughts, reflected from the heart of our desires. Years pass as the uncertainties of hypocrisy spark confusion. Simplicity is acceptable yet complexity prevails.  Clarity is once again shrouded. There is no end.

Outer excellence blends with inner turmoil. Is this the title of life? Sadness overwhelming the eyes of my brothers and sister as the sky chuckles? This is not the world I envisioned. Yet can the clouds be blamed for rain and the earth for footing. What is to be done?


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