Monday, 10 September 2012
The same as is to live life, is to become undone,
For feeble mind games are never really strong,
When love transpires into a gladness lifelong.
When shallow graves of the undead are opened,
To reveal a beauty of all our powers most potent
And in holy matters of solid peace and devotion-
A life becomes an odyssey of doubts and beliefs;
Where to seek wisdom in the reflections of grief,
Is to find ground upon which agony becomes ease.