In time, lessons of life are founded.
For some, with speed, others not so.
Yet, the value of each soul, remains equal
one unto another.
Each striving, to be alive to the fullest purpose.
Each desiring value, and recognition of existence.
Cause and effect, ever in play,
be it for the positive or, that of negativity.
Survival paramount in the heart of all hearts.
From innocence, to ignorance, one thousand paths.
From that which is of simple deed,
crossing over to that which is not.
All, has always been since the time of creation
A thousand questions, a thousand denials.
A thousand and one reasons to both laugh and cry.
the new-born sees merriment, fantasy, and joy
until the shadows shift, lifting the veil of hidden truths’
There are none to pre-warn of the dangers ahead
For too soon the innocence has passed on by
leaving voids to be filled from, they of confusion.
What then is there to be striven for, be it of this life.
or a life beyond knowledge.
What of wisdoms learned, passed down from ancient tongues.
Of, campfire stories, heroic tales relating to, heaven or hell.
Who’s hell, whose paradise. Who’s lesson in love or sorrow?
Each soul awaiting destiny, as a given from right of birth.
What of creations choice, or that of nature’s purest seed?
Such excellence in so many forms, all aligned to the golden mean.
How far from self, awaits that of divine glory.
Who, or what speaks the word of being?
throughout the unknown worlds of wisdoms.
What is there which enhances the very way of things
Asking none but acknowledgement of authenticity,
where nature reaches out to nourish all.
Such purpose in soul and spirit, has each been given the right of life
‘Tis but for that of human mind to radiate that of the heart,
Into that of all living presence
With neither judgement nor control.
The Unconventional Scribbler
Words from the Soul.
Life, is Life,
it is not.