Blindly Prompting

All is well in the world or so we think. They say the blind lead the blind but is this really so? I often think of life as rose blooming in the wind and then suddenly it curls rolls over and falls back to the ground it once came from. O’ the thorns that brace our stream of truth. Even the thorns take us for a ride to unpleasant guarded souls. However, our thorns heighten our beauty and we make the kind of rose of life.

Often then we see the day as a boss.But who are we? Are we the child or the guide? Often we see ourselves as the one, not in acting power but a participate to the truth we are unaware of hence, the blinding. Awaking hearts are but one substance

Awaking hearts are but one substance to our journey on this path called life. We seize the day knowing that we are called to a higher purpose even if we don’t admit it to be so. The journey foresees us in a valiant way as prosperous muses unaware of our inner power to ignite flames of creativity in a world where imagination is seen as child’s play. O the logic that sweet jest of logic carries us so far its infinite quality is contained in the thoughtless fight to maintain power over the will.

brain-2062057_640Then where is our imagination? Is it blind to the awaking to our souls? I surely hope not. Let’s free our imagination loose within and see how far our minds extend to areas of the unknown and discover how lovely our those areas. I see a day of refuge from the task master, Reason that merely extends a subtle nudge to the abyss of folly and ridiculing of others who play the arts as a jolly instrument to ignite their truthful expression. I don’t know of any other way to be true but to be true to myself and to others about the folly of diving into the blind pools of reason only to find limitations. I seek to be free. Do you? 

Ask yourself are you better today than yesterday? If yesterday were today would you be free? The day is not certain but the now is. I call upon you to be free and to live free as a bird in the sky that flies towards its target and destination. Seize the day and don’t let it seize you.

The definite is in the infinite and lost souls find themselves with dark hearts. Dark hearts, as in the lack of loveable intuition that guides them to the truth of all that is lovely and true. It is a beauty to be in search of the power within in that day we shall all rejoice that we have found an enduring truth that all along we had the power within to take back our unity to be one and to live free.

All in all the day has come and we shall overcome our doubts, fears, and expectations with fierce uncertainty boiled over with the truth of our time.doubt-479567_640

Yet, casting away doubt is our only way to be free and seek the truth that remains within our own souls. Letting go of disaster and taking care of one another in kind is where justice and truth lay together in a passionate almost sexual spot. Our unity together is divine and so are we. In a way of transgression, we see the truth laying bare our pride and lack of motivation to take on our own muses and seek to take the power of our oppression that seeks to distinguish our life force. rose-532458_640

So what then shall we call this here life? Shall we call it a merely bearable muse? Well, then it is like a rose of our choosing one that is filled with thorns. Yet, the beauty of our rose remains all the same and the life we choose is just the way it goes.

The cost of it all is very imaginable in if not in the near absence of impeccable just causes. We relate to one another as a friend. But are we really when the day is through dashing us to the floor of our truth? My reply is, yes. It is there in the lost embrace that we discover that we are all one and the same separate yet, apart of a greater good to unite our existence with that of a loving productive muse of our own wonderful human imagination.


If all our days are spent in misery how will we succeed? We have to choose to be the friend or foe to all that threaten to create madness in the world. However, hopefully, harmony is the justice of the plane we prefer. All seek to know but do they really find what they are looking for? I see it. It’s in you, it’s in me, it’s in all.

Source: Blindly

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