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Post by moseley on Jul 16, 2013 20:15:43 GMT -6
On the other side of the wall, is the end of your imagination
once there, it is the birth of your knowing differently, or accurately.
If it grows and you give it your reason, it will take that form
should you be deluded or illumined all the same...
In the midst of the crowd there is that contention of the dream
someone dreamt was real, real on the other side of that wall..
the writing really is always in the same language when the hand moves
you will read what you can take of a pointing finger
Lead the way, and will you follow
warn those in harm and will they be spared
For we each will reach our own season, and in that harvest,
find ourselves, not in the abundance of what has grown
but in what remains yet undone,
Undone then, is that dream, that dream you see in a final destination
far enough away to never reach
undone is never the smallest lot, most days it is never seen
never witnessed, until it is considered, in that second
of all the things woman and mankind can claim ownership of
the rarest of these is deep understanding...
to him/her that hath, it shall be given
to him/her that hath not, it shall be taken from them
even that which they do hath,
by their own self...
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jul 17, 2013 10:41:39 GMT -6
This is very deep, Moseley. It reminds me of a wonderful saying I read somewhere. Something about we have to put aside our dreams in order to embrace our destiny. Like there are two wills at work if you will, and which one do you choose? This is a virtual rabbit hole, and I just love it. Exalt for sure!!!
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