can you remember the last time when to love was not even a whisper of thought the only action was to engage in war to throw the first accusation the unkind word
do you remember the self of old the one who knew it all but nothing at all the identity made by the facets untruths of the mind smiles of victory in battles of personalities
to live for the now but in the past or future pleasure the pain of regret of not having the needs wanting it all and giving nothing in return do you remeber the before of the i
now the memmory has been caste aside can you not see that love is the way that to be afraid to open the heart in mind body and deed is the final cut
to show to others that this life is not theirs but only borrowing of time from the master clockmaker every word can be language of compassion and forgiveness can be a permanent state of being
the last time i looked the me was not me the me was not i and the i was not there to become you was the answer then all the questions stopped and the life became the chance to live .
the last time
Posted - Oct 05 2015 : 7:50:13 PM
