Eons ago, it appears, now that
certain things attain their destiny.
We are merely puppets
In these hands, who draw the
intricate threads of life.
We move from path to path
Each path unfolding great wonders....
And in our paths at times
We do not meet some people
Who tenderly unfurl the best in us,
Quietly, regardless of the passage of time,
We float on.
Perfecting, what us already impeccable
Guiding and providing solace.
Being an emollient in the rough shores of the world....
Softly, oh softly tendering the vast seas of knowledge
Into our being, without constraining.....
A panacea to all seekers... the thirsting souls
The labyrinthine of fate is what brings us together
So that what is destined by eternity
Is shaped most marvelously.....
So that we find out, who we were really meant to be...