2006-11-23 A Thought
I’ve been hard pressed to share this thought for quite a while, I believe that it’s time has come. It comes out of ‘the archives’ but it is applicable and relevant none the less. I do trust that this week’s thought will provoke more than just your thinking…
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do we dare to brim the border of this glass we see through,
and yet imagine the awesome wonder of what lies behind?
does our reflection spare us the reality,
or do we turn from the veil in fear for what we may find,
yet never finding what we need.
my glass, an ever illusive frailty, that hid in clearness its greatest chest,
yet in a normal day of venture i found a crack in sudden sky. a moment where no line was drawn, yet out of place this crooked winding edge showed face. spurned in a prise twined in wonder and thought, the glimmer in mid air posed an imposing question: turning to another wind i may follow myself away, only in some time, to come to just the same on another day; yet if in sudden exploration the crack dies into multiple thoughts, no gathering shall ever find it piece again.
the question
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who is asking
Author’s Comments
***** Spoiler WARNING!!! *****
When I started to write the description I didn’t want to interpret the piece -I think sometimes we should leave the reader to experience that by themselves…
But by the end of the description, it looked as if to some extent I did tag an explanation to it…
So read it on its own, and if the picture draws itself don’t bother the tag I wrote…
The Description
I’ve found that if we do nothing about our lives we actually end up choosing a life drained of variety. Things just be, until we reach a point where we are challenged by something that may shatter our world, yet by the time this happens we love our little world. We love every part of this matrix … Yet we will always come to some point where we reach the end of our limited understanding and existence, and we are challenged by a crack …
When that question comes …
Who is asking …?
What will we answer …?
Will we dare to live beyond ourselves …?
die Moukissie 