How do you define a decision, explain a decision? Made in a moment. One moment. For lack of that, indistinguishable word, or sense, or knowing. Fate. Was it fate? No. Predetermination cannot be the cause of an event for which there was no determination. There was no determination. But then what?
What unforeseeable force would dictate the direction of my feet upon a winding path down which I could not imagine myself to take? As if blinded at the moment. But which having taken has lead me to such a beautiful place?
The morning sun shines in full bloom and I surrender myself. Completely. Willingly and unwontedly.
The footprints that were left behind. Footprints that I now would not erase for any offering of personal gain that you may bring and place before me. Bring and place them at my feet. All the grains of sand from all the sands from all the desert plains in the world. Every drop of rain to fall, every drop of rain that has ever fallen from the sky. Bring them to me and place them at my feet. So that I may send you away. In shame and disgrace.
Still there is the lack of understanding. That plagues us. Each. Every. We seek answers. Each. Every. Although they come from different places, they may serve only one purpose. And our answers are different depending on what we chose them to be. Chose to see. Hear. Breath. Desire. Lament for a truth of choice. For truth can only be a choice. Accept. Accept something we must in peace. For peace. Maybe I will never know and if that may be to what end will my searching bring? When does the desire for an answer fall short of the loss.
Will I rise one day, woken from my search to find the end has come at once? There can be no gain from eternal unrest. Only loss of opportunity and loss of time and loss of sense of place and of purpose. But I would not erase my footsteps. Not to make every clock in every room stand still; their hands ceased, unchanging. Not to make a day pass into night as one decade will pass into the next. Not to suspend the very existence in place of eternal being.
And maybe that is being?
But I will. Treasure you.
What unforeseeable force would dictate the direction of my feet upon a winding path down which I could not imagine myself to take? As if blinded at the moment. But which having taken has lead me to such a beautiful place?
The morning sun shines in full bloom and I surrender myself. Completely. Willingly and unwontedly.
The footprints that were left behind. Footprints that I now would not erase for any offering of personal gain that you may bring and place before me. Bring and place them at my feet. All the grains of sand from all the sands from all the desert plains in the world. Every drop of rain to fall, every drop of rain that has ever fallen from the sky. Bring them to me and place them at my feet. So that I may send you away. In shame and disgrace.
Still there is the lack of understanding. That plagues us. Each. Every. We seek answers. Each. Every. Although they come from different places, they may serve only one purpose. And our answers are different depending on what we chose them to be. Chose to see. Hear. Breath. Desire. Lament for a truth of choice. For truth can only be a choice. Accept. Accept something we must in peace. For peace. Maybe I will never know and if that may be to what end will my searching bring? When does the desire for an answer fall short of the loss.
Will I rise one day, woken from my search to find the end has come at once? There can be no gain from eternal unrest. Only loss of opportunity and loss of time and loss of sense of place and of purpose. But I would not erase my footsteps. Not to make every clock in every room stand still; their hands ceased, unchanging. Not to make a day pass into night as one decade will pass into the next. Not to suspend the very existence in place of eternal being.
And maybe that is being?
But I will. Treasure you.
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Now just to put the moral into practice, aye.