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The Search
Happiness lives in the moments between each breath,
it's our connection to the divine, the stillness where the wind can't follow.
It's the essence of every blade of grass that sits atop the soil and stands to attention beneath the beauty of majestic trees. It can sometimes seem to be nothing more than a jaded dream or a path we have to follow to attain its splendour.
It's the truth that lies dormant in the plight of humanity and all conscious creation.
Rocking back and forth from our internal and external worlds, constantly forgetting and remembering that our manifested physical reality is merely a thought, expressed then transcended, transferred then re-decoded.
Our prayers spoken in a language of emotion, vibrate completely through this cosmic ocean .
We may fall, we may rise in this flicking hologram called life, but if we die, we are reborn and the search for the stillness begins once more.
it's our connection to the divine, the stillness where the wind can't follow.
It's the essence of every blade of grass that sits atop the soil and stands to attention beneath the beauty of majestic trees. It can sometimes seem to be nothing more than a jaded dream or a path we have to follow to attain its splendour.
It's the truth that lies dormant in the plight of humanity and all conscious creation.
Rocking back and forth from our internal and external worlds, constantly forgetting and remembering that our manifested physical reality is merely a thought, expressed then transcended, transferred then re-decoded.
Our prayers spoken in a language of emotion, vibrate completely through this cosmic ocean .
We may fall, we may rise in this flicking hologram called life, but if we die, we are reborn and the search for the stillness begins once more.
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