Behind a veil
Beneath a lie
Within the secrets
All answers hide
For mysteries
More questions
Through histories
More lessons
As divinations curse
As predictions maze
The prophecies play
As the wisest may say
“An eternal quest
A prophetic unrest
Be there ever a test
Lest time in time we will rest”
Societies guild
The crowds mold
Individuality rusts
Personalities fold
Broken is the call
From the hole in the wall
Unveiled is potential
Born is the hope
Burned is hopes’ flame
The Sun Waxes and wanes
Time and change
Be willing to be free
Be willing to be brave
And remember to see what we need to face
And there it was… her message. the meaning of it all… For how long she had searched, she never truly understood until that moment…
“Wake up!” The shout echoed through her mind.
The alarm clock buzzed.
She lay in bed.
Searching for her meaning.
On the ceiling
I remembered a time
A time which did not belong to me
I remembered a place
A place which existed only for me
I heard a prayer
A prayer which parted my lips only decades before
I felt so sure
The knowing I lived with
the knowing I died with
the knowing I created
forever shall be
forever has been
with.
me .
forever.
As I pray once more
it remains
forever before
Who
are we?
is God?
is blessed?
is not?
What
is meaning?
is emotion?
is empathy?
is life?
Where
is here?
is now?
is Soul?
is Life?
is Heaven?
When
do we achieve?
is the end?
is it right? or wrong?
is one more than another?
And when is another more than one….
Why
dream?
feel?
Why do we feel only for certain people and not all people?
Why
love?
lie?
Why question?
Why care?
Who is What is Where is When is Why?
Always Why
Full of questions.
Do they deserve answers?
Who is the judge of these matters?
Who holds the wisdom?
Who listens to the minds of millions?
Ever pining away hours with mysteries
Is it Him?
If it is Him
How does He choose
How does He designate the knowledge?
Perhaps behind every question is an answer…
One which speaks softly with the chatter of the mind
Perhaps the answers of the world are only mirages
For people seeking an unworthy truth…
If ever there be an unworthy answer
Perhaps they seek the clear path… already traveled…
Either place reached before… perhaps it is Him… before us… within us… waiting patiently for us to listen…
Perhaps it is Him… Perhaps I hear Him…
“Full of questions…
which do deserve answers…
I am the Judge of Inquiry…
I hold the wisdom…
it is here…
within my palm…
within a grain of sand…
is this your truth?”
Perhaps…
Always expect what can not be
Waste not the mind
Breathe not the soul
Search for the answer
Hear the call from beyond the Sun
Carried on the wings of the Wind
Listen completely
Bring answers to the Night
Yet mourn not for the Dawn
Lateness comes early
Prepared not for the departure
For as all is destined for rapture
All is destined to fall
When the fall comes
And we stand on our knees
Let us stand tall
For our fall has hearkened a call
Our call was for the fall
Let it Be Destined
Journals Of Enreal 