Lie after lie....
Yet, somewhere deeply woven within is a thread of truth, ...
Just begging to be recognized.
A vessel put forth as strength for one weak.
One who forgot, ..
Remembered long enough to selflessly show the way to the door, but then in soon due time forgot himself.
Is this the gives and takes of living in shell form, ...
Why does it seem the soul takes so long to remember the contracts...
The agreements,
The bonds, ...,
The life lessons agreed to partake in.
The pain is thirst and quenched and in the same breath, damned for experience.
To desire to walk side by side on a given path, only to be forcefully pushed off, and laughed upon.
Reaching out, extended hand...
It is a trick, ...
A trick for what earth calls the vulnerable.
A trick for the weak...
But ahhhh....
Weak it is not.
Weak I am not.
It is divine love, forgiveness... and insight.
Qualities that are being given unconditionally....
Though being pushed away blindly by the one that needs it most.
Wings are earned....
Deeds done...
No one can make another see.
With or without blinders on.
Guided bliss is only beneficial for as long as one creates it as so....
Then they are on their way.
You are now on your way!
(6~7~10)
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