Slowly, we grip our tiny fingers around Your...
What we see is now filling us...
I walk yet-
with confident step...
Their food cannot feed us
their walls cannot contains us...
The soft fade of their pale roars, with
the retreat of their dark glare, contained in...
Obsession, fills me and-
entrances me, with some intricate patterns of both...
All dreams must be relevant to the means of their existence. We are God's dream, and so it is through him that we find life. |
With a mirror you are shown your outer appearance whereby you infer your inner appearance, while with prayer and meditation you are shown your inner appearance whereby you infer your outer. |
Life isn't about how far you swim upstream- |