Just yesterday, while I was in another room, I heard a boisterous shatter. It turns out, my mirror broke into pieces! Out of nowhere, I couldn’t understand, how it shattered so quickly! I looked in a Poised position in the reflections of the shattered pieces and I stood there and marveled at the glances of myself, appearing to break my image. Pieces of glass which rested on the carpet, instead of the tile. Which means, even in my heaviest attempts to remove any particle, it will become buried under the comfortable softness of where I walk. Quite interesting that mirrors contain a sense of bite. They still yet assure, a sense of understanding even when broken.
The drifting days are pale in the memories of autumn. The icy thunders of winter are reminded of its charm while sealed in a capricious space of existence. Taking a more earnest heed to the things heard; rear a syncopation of order. It is easy for entropy to take hold as the placement of randomness flourish the mind of boisterous arrogance. Slowly, the market system gradually becomes, like snowflakes of an avalanche; who begs to reckon with it?
The questions remain, yet a still persuasion in the conduct of questioning. If by chance, the moment is given to those who doubt, the functions and structure of life within; answers apprehension. Preparation designates the flow of the answer instilled. Always in a manner of gentleness and respect are these realizations of truth made known. While the mystery of true spirituality is revealed to us; the misconception of code and tradition often blocks the gate where its revelation glistens. Almost, at the defeat of surrender: does the hope of truth rise within the spirit; whole with its consciousness.
Joy is hereby manifested as the contemplation subsidies and the reminder is awakened, by the witness of the light. The gifts given to us, are fully able to be exercised by the fulfilled will of salvation. The testament of poised evaluation; remarkably enables, a conviction understood and deemed to be thoroughly engaging.
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 