I looked within
and saw
what was created
was beautiful.
As time passed
slowly
the beauty
faded.
What was
had now
become ruined
by the elements of life.
Until someone
looked closely
and saw
ruined as perfect.
Copyright 2001 Tracey L. Hardie
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Reviewed by Drkman (Reader)
Reviewed on August 10, 2002
How can you create so much vision with so few words. Incredible write. Dont we all need someone to see use as we are soiled and tattered and think we are perfect.
Drkman
Reviewed by Dan Zuewski (Reader)
Reviewed on August 5, 2002
What's old to some is always new to others... A great idea you capture here. :)
reality is so many layers...in the end it is perfect...very nice
debby
Reviewed by Gumby Pokey (Reader)
Reviewed on August 1, 2002
To each his own..
One mans garbage is anothers treasure...
New becomes old and then new again....
all these sayings have been said
but not as eloquently as this
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.
This book chronicles an infinite allegoric odyssey of Absolute Awakening in which a learned man, a mute man, and a recluse woman are the principal players. The mute and the recluse are the learned one's Teachers and Guides on his journey of Enlighten
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debby
One mans garbage is anothers treasure...
New becomes old and then new again....
all these sayings have been said
but not as eloquently as this
Amor