Yet in the knowing of knowing nothing at all, to hold your tune in resonance with the rhythms we call Life. To be the sailor, yourself, of your own Life. To hold the smile in those days that the others who know, do. The Joy of Life, now held in the gaze. Again, as surrendered...
As always, Life’s layers there all the time. If brave and open you are to seek. No end to knowing wisdom to be found. As natural as the cycles of Life, to be. For as the canny sailor does, using that of ocean current and wind about. He sets sail to navigate through the environment....
Whether understood or not, Life whether rich or poor, rivers of gold have been given to all of us to explore. And more on top, if ponderance held right. For regardless of the time granted for us to be here. Knowing not the click of a clock that will be our last. Experiences, by the...
We arrive into Life, eyes sparkling, Life full of awe and wonder. Time washes past us as we grow, all too quick. Taught about commerce and primed ready to work. To earn just enough to hold you fast, maybe for the rest of your Life. We seek after whatever is “mine”, what I have worked...
