Friday, April 19, 2013

Tired

Wealth of peace is the most luxurious possession.
When robbed it leaves nothing behind.
Torn hinges are meaningless, unless mended from beyond.

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  1. After great pain, there is a period of peace, and calm. A kind of experiencing I cannot think or construct, it just is. This is where I find true happiness. After great happiness, or elation, there is that same resulting peace, and calm. It is in there where I am, who I truly am. No longer worried by circumstances good or bad, in posession of my senses, I am ready to be there for others with love and patience. I have sensed the treasure of treasures, within me. I am it. It just is.

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  2. I hope you have not given up on blogging! Your frankness and honesty is a gift. I hope you are okay! Take care!

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    1. I would never give up blogging, it's my journal. A place for me to pour out my thoughts. I've just been occupied.

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