Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Good Night!!


The beauty of life in its simplest forms and there is where I stand aside the mass confusion that doesn't make sense of humanities failure to live in peace. I have listened to arguments on the various sides ... Is it out about defense, or aggression? Are we doing our best to protect the small world in which we live? For all the good the evil still finds away to thrive. Boggled by the destruction that is seen in every walk of life , from wealthy to economically poor and the educated and those who have yet to reach their full capacity.
Smile till it hurts.... That's the only pain I would like to share. The tears that fall are for a world of people who missed the beauty in a moment of a newly risen day. The gifts are as simple as a scent of a winter rose that forced a bloom and feels the challenge of a early fallen snow. The sounds of silence as they sing in your heart and the beauty of diversity that really is only a camouflage of one.
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Each event I do there is at least one person who really stands out as exceptionally strong or exceptionally brave or exceptionally challenged. I feel a kinship of sort as I see our less then unique bond to one another, as it is nothing more then human bonding of hearts . Could be a smile , a hug or a word of kindness but the caress that is felt the longest is that of acceptance and understanding of the plight and struggle of one human being. People talk about change in mass views. If at the same moment each person smiled at the person next to them how many lives would be changed.

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If everyone felt pain of heart once in their life ,They truly would know the joy of heart when they met with it.

1 comment:

John said...

How true, very touching, have we met?