Solitude
The path to what you desire Is in pure undivided solitude where the perversion and the tactics of the world cannot reach. If you were but, clay and could be molded and fashioned to where I could shape your ears to hear but, they also listened and If I could frame your lips to speak but, you held your tongue. If I could form your eyes to have vision but, they could also see. You would perceive my cries shout look, there is nothing to find here but, what you desire most and seek is to just know yourself.
Though years may teary your efforts and losses may divide your gains, through all pain you sought to only find one treasure admired and contemplated but, seldom found. And through all your suffering you learned it is knowing you are, knowing you feel, knowing you have purpose, knowing we are great, undying, unyielding, masterpieces. Designed and conceived by art, imagined by passion, forged by flames of the stars, spawned by the sea and earth, created by the breath of Life blown into our lungs and his fragrance of light entrusted deep into our hearts.
To finally know that love means beauty, to know that separation creates the whole, to Overstand that we are but, scattered like seeds awaiting our blossom, for all flowers require substance from the light while independent of roots, we feed on the same soil. Never the less growing on our own chosen paths, guidance will eventually curve all of our walks to converge at a point of serenity with each other.
Behold the assumption that with age comes much wisdom. knowledge is not rated by years on the earth that we should claim to debate or count. Consciousness is discovered by time spent within yourself, examining your own melody, the measure and depth of your conviction and the chords of harmony to your soul. The song you never sing but, are longing to release from your lips, the love you plan to embrace but, hold it tight afraid of the kiss of the cold.
To be alone is an avoided conquest but, in the silence of yourself you find tranquility. To have interaction is bliss, as is ignorance. To much time in the presence in those lost and too much thought without vision, then you also shall loose your way only to awake lost where lanterns will not kindle and maps cannot retrace your steps and you have only your spirit to revisit to navigate your life. In solitude there is serenity, in solitude there is Love.
~Vincent Peak ~Kael
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