Down in the valley of yesterday’s tears,
there is a mist of evil lurking in the dark,
we awake to face the reality of our fears,
each day being offered a brand new start.
Living is an enigma of our very own being,
searching to learn the nature of who we are,
from our own destiny there can be no fleeing,
in the darkness, feeling the fear, near and far.
Lost in memories deep in the depths of time,
where past experiences blend with illusion,
walking in a complex maze within our mind,
we’re often left with sadness and confusion.
Life’s journey is one we must all travel alone,
lost in the shadows of time that is borrowed,
discretions, the consequences we must atone,
if we are to enjoy the mysteries of tomorrow.
Adventure consumed with war, peace and love,
dedication and oneness, the qualities ever rare,
brings a magical essence of heaven high above,
only in finding ourselves can we learn to share.
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
A scientist/philosopher explores the mysteries of existence in a highly personal quest for answers to life's ultimate questions, forging a bridge between sterile science and spiritual values -- a scholarly work for all who seek wisdom, truth, true fr
Wonderful sharing Samuel.
"only in finding ourselves can we learn to share"
the above line is beautiful and true.
Continued blessings and success,
Gwendolyn
Axilea
Be always safe,
Karen