Usually not witnessed, sometimes found far into life.
The struggle to perceive it has made many sit and contemplate.
Knowledge of it, is fervently wanted, wisdom that is within. Grasping at it reveals its absence.
One can not grasp what is already held. Only observing will own it.
We are never taught as children, to notice that which already are! To claim what exists.
We believe the lie, given with a convenient smile, it make us believe what we are not. And so, it is forgot.
But what is already within the host, can not be lost.
Emotions is its language, control of them, the objective. Ego the byproduct, but too often in the forefront.
Choice comes from the center, and to have freedom of that choice is entirely dependent upon the mentor.
Control is the byproduct of choice and will, and so, the effigy molds.
Never is it far, not a house, shed or barn.
The mind is a farm, and there, life's seeds should be sown, significantly, carefully and never disorderly.
Mind should adhere to that which observes the observer. When ego is in charge, chaos takes the front seat.
Whispers of the soul, known by its fruits, should be the nutrient rich soil upon which you build your home.
Usually not witnessed, sometimes found far into life.
The struggle to perceive it has made many sit and contemplate.
Knowledge of it, is fervently wanted, wisdom that is within. Grasping at it reveals its absence.
One can not grasp what is already held. Only observing will own it.
We are never taught as children, to notice that which already are! To claim what exists.
We believe the lie, given with a convenient smile, it make us believe what we are not. And so, it is forgot.
But what is already within the host, can not be lost.
Emotions is its language, control of them, the objective. Ego the byproduct, but too often in the forefront.
Choice comes from the center, and to have freedom of that choice is entirely dependent upon the mentor.
Control is the byproduct of choice and will, and so, the effigy molds.
Never is it far, not a house, shed or barn.
The mind is a farm, and there, life's seeds should be sown, significantly, carefully and never disorderly.
Mind should adhere to that which observes the observer. When ego is in charge, chaos takes the front seat.
Whispers of the soul, known by its fruits, should be the nutrient rich soil upon which you build your home.
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