Essential Limits Shrouded in the mists of silent sound, A grain of sand that goes out with the tide, In endless search of soul..that knows no bounds, That feelings, once ignored...no longer hide. The mystery of doubt within the depths, Of spirit that we only choose to see, Is on this eve the only one that wept, For hollow dreams of what one's life should be. Simplicity, just as a warm spring rain... That whisks away the last cold bit of snow, At last unto a loss of inner pain, Left emptiness and yet nowhere to go. The search goes on...for one can hardly cease, The consciousness of will that can abide, In following a solemn quest for peace, To find at last...where basic truths reside. Silent Thunder:An Anthology of the Mysteries of the Soul Copyright:James Gunn 2000 all rights reserved |
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