The assortment of colors all moving in their rightful place
The roads of love pave the way for relaxed walking
The garden of fresh fruit and sweet smelling flowers all around
Seeking a piece of understanding, surpassing material knowledge
Feeling good and encouraged even in the face of contradiction
The winds of variation pouring out the foremost breath
Wonder and amazement skipping the lines of manifested appearance
Playing out the pastime of dissolution and rejuvenation
This is my story, the tale of recaptured findings
Combing through the myths of old
Counting the records of time as it grows in words and deeds
Countless souls have gone before, searching for the fire wood
Eternal flames burning holes of desire into the fabric of my being
Distortions and totality meeting in the middle path
The heart’s conjecture of a life acceptably lived
My smiles lighting the way of the huddled masses of people
A destiny foretold by a seer able to pierce the shroud of nothingness
Moving in and out of time gaining insight into the enigma called death
No dread or panic only anticipation and expectancy
The ultimate aspiration to reach the sky and look beyond
Into the countryside of subjectivity this flow of energy matures
Basking in the joy and comfort of knowing
My desires and my peace all rest on the shoulders of perception
Tasting the sweet nectar of a half full cup of bliss
This recipe reserved for the willing and truthful seeker
Who takes in all and discerns what is needed and what can go by the way side
The delight of proportion and accuracy always pervading the mind
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