The next time you call
I will kneel down and listen
The next time you speak
I will bow before you and wait
The next time you teach
I will absorb all your knowledge
The next time you come
I will honor and obey
How could
The lesson I learned
So easily be put aside
How was it
The joy I was taught
So easily passed on by
Then you gave it again
I backed away in fear
Forgetting the lessons taught
Was it ever really clear?
Yes, there it is
The answer is always near
A new lesson learned
Doubt forever the fear
Remember the lessons
And all will be made clear
Journals Of Enreal 
Your words lay before me…..as a gate to a past…I recall now..again.
I think of my father…..for some reason. He always was a great teacher for me.
You’ve become another source of wisdom to me.
Yes a light, I’ll say….. Thank You.
Where does all this wisdom, love and yes pain…..yes some pain I sense…… where does it all come from Enreal?
(((Alan))) I do not question where it comes from, but yes there is a profound emotion I feel, sadness, it could be described as so. I give it to you not as sadness, but as light, yes a light. Thank You Alan… you too are a source of wisdom…
enreal ,
Just my take on this . There is no next time . There are no lessons to be learnt .
It has always been that steady quiet flow .
Of course perceptions differ …….
Akash
(((Akash)))… I suppose perceptions do differ, interesting concepts though… nothing else but this, no time other than now? Nope, don’t like that perception 😦
The old, rusty bell
now rings within
I see a past self fading
giving way to a self long buried within
I am but a young adventurer
travelling down the road of Life
the wind brought strangers such as you
who taught me a thing or two
Strangers to the eyes, friends to the heart
Till next post, Enreal, thank you for being wonderful
(((Glaize))) I Love This!!! What a wonderful flow of words!
I shall always travel with you, for the wind has brought us together. I shall always find adventure with you, for the wind has willed it so…
Sounds like “Conversations with suffering”. A very good teacher.
(((Mossy)))… you saw something others did not, it is in fact a conversation… one that I had with my teacher… I was shown something in a dream… I was taught a beautiful secret… then when I was shown the secret again, I backed away in doubt and fear. Now I am suffering with the notion that I will never be taught again…