Edges
Edges
Standing on the edge of life, the edge of death, the lines are blurred.
We are all so transparent, so finite.
And all our paths will end in translations of souls from one divine parchment to the spoken lips of divinity.
We write the universal secrets on the pages of our daily actions.
There is a sweetness to see that chaos is barking at your door, and in spite of it, you smile and have not lost your peace, knowing that in the end, all is divine and all is an end to an unfolding purpose.
We are all so transparent, so finite.
And all our paths will end in translations of souls from one divine parchment to the spoken lips of divinity.
We write the universal secrets on the pages of our daily actions.
There is a sweetness to see that chaos is barking at your door, and in spite of it, you smile and have not lost your peace, knowing that in the end, all is divine and all is an end to an unfolding purpose.
Is logic truth? Is the failure of some the destiny of all? Is truth logical?
My days numbered I choose to mark each with the greatest love and being true to the callings of my own soul and being amazed at the diversity or the souls around me and their calling.
And You have become my edge of greatness and the heights I wish to reach. You are the magic I can not live without, the breath that keeps my soul reaching out and drawing in.
My great love and my great hope for the days to ahead and life in the world to come.
My days numbered I choose to mark each with the greatest love and being true to the callings of my own soul and being amazed at the diversity or the souls around me and their calling.
And You have become my edge of greatness and the heights I wish to reach. You are the magic I can not live without, the breath that keeps my soul reaching out and drawing in.
My great love and my great hope for the days to ahead and life in the world to come.
"And You have become my edge of greatness and the heights I wish to reach."
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Noami..