The thirst for knowledge,
In its truth,
Does
At no time
Take
Offense.
The thirst for knowledge,
In its truth,
Does
At no time
Take
Offense.
There are over 7 billion people in the world
And if we could speak to each of them,
Every single one could tell us something
We do not know.
Each of us a perfect gift in this journey.
Not one has it all figured out.
Share in kindness.
Be humble.
Be love.
Listen.
I give thanks to the many souls who have gone before,
Sharing their knowledge
Which They have expressed
Through
The art of living;
Pain, passion and love.
For those experiences and the courage,
The glorious
Might of love.
The wisdom
Born of them
has now,
in my life,
Given me hope.
You are ever changing,
Ever morphing
Fluidic energy.
Mesmerizing.
Swaying soul notes resonating
Through body and mind
Live in no fixed home,
Though that some may like for one to stand still;
To be held and shaped by mortal hands and minds,
This is not possible.
No one can put words
Or limits
Into your becoming.
(Unless you welcome those ideas)
Every moment wave upon wave of
Awakening,
Embracing knowledge and wisdom
Immeasurable.
Quickening.
This unfolding.
Turning
Shifting
Reaching
For
The newfound
Prism of
Uncountable
Bursts. Energies within.
Fascination.
Life.
To live fully
These breaths that fill my
Lungs.
Expanding each step,
Each glance internal,
Above
Around
Below
Learning
As if never knowing everything about anything.
Open. Never full. Ever room for more.
Opening with every blink of an eye to new
Knowings.