For its lake of action, pleasure is at stake of hope Passive which doesn’t mean absent; at a corner desire awaits to be called into action. Love must be sure of it’s time. Passion recalls to the emotion that once made a thrive. In the guts, intuition says stay. Condemn into the abyss of the thoughts, reality seams an intention far into the distance. Left aside by the feelings of presence, now they catch the body in despair. Attempts to run but couldn’t catch a breath, enthusiasm has been shortcut, into times of rest and discern. What will be? Memories of content feed our story. Love was engaged to take us to a safer place. Peace where is home and silence where is touch. Out of our agreements, present is so dense in its vividness. Free from our attachments, reality is now again for us to reposes. Right are the sentences of our dreams, that now can fall asleep. Means leads us to an end, lessons have taken us far away, into times of method and work. Why are we trying? Life is made by Ego’s who’s quest is Intentions for their greater good For our sake, we must Live as if all was to be discovered again, reality In front and lucid you stand, what you see Stillness before into times of devotion
and to
for itself. be entertain. of their solitude. prevail on going. with our mind will be made. is just destiny made present. the run, and let go.
What must be going?
Those are questions, still unanswered, they are yours
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