THE FOOD FOR THOUGHT
only in in eyes wide open day goes by, we transpire through
time and our verylife roll out before us, but when we close our eyes we
sometime travel far to where and when we
had never being. only in the sight within we build, block after block, tower
into our future, whereupon today our destiny is built.
our very essence is not in the earth but in the wind. only
the heart endue with thoughfulness sneak, from time to time our very being,
part to parts till bid the earth farewell, that transpire in the passive wind
the very benefit of our humanity.
Keep the relics of his best days in his mind. However don’t
let the relics of the best old days blind you from the glamour of the days yet
to come. Wake up every morning, only with one thought, what input do the day
demands of me and how you came save the
clamour for love which vibrate through every fibre of every moment of the
living
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