We’ve all been in love with some person that made us wait and we made them wait for more… Here’s a poetic confession of waiting…
The life that describes itself blissful has seen death and worse, and troubles that seem tough, have to be equated with the easy, such is paradoxical sin.
The calling is yours to feel, the masses are awakening….
The light is yours, believe it.
When you calm your inner-self in times of trouble, and keep a steady life…
Take me home O mighty Lord,
Take me home to my reward,
Take me home to the winds,
Take me home to harmony and no discord.
‘A man with a bag of wet clothes will drag more weight and pick up more odor.’ Why do you wish to carry more baggage, when you could live freely without being weighed down?
Would you shape your life?