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Wisdom.
Philosophy asks no questions or begs for
untold lies. For in the doing of such disasters, the complicated
matters of the life itself, addresses this existence within. This
consumes and circulates driven suggestions of interlacing rings of
questionable life doubts itself, which are imprinted on the inner
hidden disks and bells of life also.
Layered imprints upon cloth, asks not what
of you, but that of the father presently before you, in a manner of
fortitude, speaking with great awareness, of the chosen field beyond
this one. For as layered carcasses become part of the earths hunger,
the inner presence of mind departs to further shores, where the
ripple of the tide becomes one, once again with that collective
ship, in the presence of all, who call and ask, through the pull of
the tide.
For as the rock casts that shadow each day,
the presence of life in my breath can also create that shadow of
emotional imbalance, as that palpable invisible presence fills my
upper being. For as I swallow and absorb that presence, it consumes
my shadow, my thoughts and shallowness, for how, can this spiritual
being permeate such feelings, with so much objectiveness, yet life
itself, speaks and heals within me.
For within that space of emptiness, great
emotions can lie, forever trapped in the presence of what I thought
was I. To you, I ask you not to be all that you know, but be all
that you can.
Adrian
McGrath
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