Dec 2017
I'm a divine leaf fallen from an evergreen tree, driven away down a foggy river
Like a raindrop who thinks he is mud, I roam from one mud to another like a restless bee searching for pollen on every flower
I'm here, wherever here is, it had been so long I knew where I was or where I belonged
But I'm steadily waking from my slumber, the Absolute Truth pierces sharply through these curtains of ignorance
I've been counting my sins more than my blessings
Because I am the perfection of imperfections
I hail from a place of limitations
A reflection of many endings and many beginnings
I am eternal
I am spirit
Like a raindrop who thinks he is mud, I roam from one mud to another like a restless bee searching for pollen on every flower
I'm here, wherever here is, it had been so long I knew where I was or where I belonged
But I'm steadily waking from my slumber, the Absolute Truth pierces sharply through these curtains of ignorance
I've been counting my sins more than my blessings
Because I am the perfection of imperfections
I hail from a place of limitations
A reflection of many endings and many beginnings
I am eternal
I am spirit
For the soul there is neither birth nor death at any time. He has not come into being, does not come into being, and will not come into being. He is unborn, eternal, ever-existing and primeval. He is not slain when the body is slain.
[Bg 2.20]
[Bg 2.20]
