Walking...
Walking.
Walking,
light, the falling
Universe,
revolving
in endless
stillness,
within
Chaos,
within
Life.
Walking,
through
the ocean
of the
Universe,
of the void
not-void,
each step
sending
ripples,
energy;
the seeds of
Life.
Looking,
I see,
the world
falls
away,
the Universe,
is not,
and all
is nothing;
But within,
(striving
past the
Mind of
the Lost
Ones)
I see
Love,
and so,
the Universe.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
Walking...
Walking.
Walking,
light, the falling
Universe,
revolving
in endless
stillness,
within
Chaos,
within
Life.
Walking,
through
the ocean
of the
Universe,
of the void
not-void,
each step
sending
ripples,
energy;
the seeds of
Life.
Looking,
I see,
the world
falls
away,
the Universe,
is not,
and all
is nothing;
But within,
(striving
past the
Mind of
the Lost
Ones)
I see
Love,
and so,
the Universe.
To me, the greatest hope that mankind could ever gain
would be the yearning to see the Universe through the
eyes of God, the Divine; to see it in love, in love, and compassion,
and pity; for all of these things and more, they are God, the embodiment. Have peace, all of you, wherever you are, whoever you are. For within us all is God, ourselves.
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