I wonder in the daylight hours of the things spoken in the darkness. In the dream that is my life, there flower quiet things: things I remember that the grand shade of night could not erase when it lifted up from the face of the world, lifted to reveal the new and ancient dawn. I understand — at a depth I knew not I had — some secrets of the hush, intonations of a distant vision that only a whisper can tell. Where have I been, that I conceive of the undertones of creation in vague poetries of logic? Who am I that I speak the language of the waking through the drawl of sleep? Or have I never traveled, merely run in place for one thousand wasted miles, on a quest to look for something that I never lost? I wonder.
me?!
1:58pm sunday, 23rd february
There is much to be said about this!!
Most importantly you seem to have found what you set out looking for.And it is possible to rediscovered truths already known. We all sometimes tend to do this.Maybe the universe wants to emphasise some thruths over others,and then when the poor human mind no longer chose to remember these truths,for various reasons,universe takes us on a jurney to rediscover the truth we have chosen to forget. In the intention of us never forgetting it again i guess...???
me?!