wolfmystique

When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first splendor, the sky sang: "oh, the picture of perfection"
But someone cried all of the sudden "It seems that somewhere there is a brech in the chain of light snf one of the stars have been lost."
The songs stopped and all people cried in dismay "Yes, that lost star was the best; she was the glory of all the heavens."
From that day, the search is uncreasing for her, and the cry goes from one to the other, that in her the worlds has lost its one joy.
Only in the deepest silence of the night, the stars smile and wisper among themselves:
"Vain is the seeking, unbroken perfection which cannot be described, But for the existence of which we are certain beyond mental knowledge and factual proofs.
In direct perception we see the beauty of form of color or sound:
it is altogether subtle, more transfused, more whole.
It is in things a simple light, and loveliness (which if we can focus it steadily)of a universal harmony.



I lost sight for a while i may be coming back