Eyes open.
There
it is!
Stage
unfolds.
Passing
through,
from a
different
place.
Arrived.
New
iteration.
Past
fading.
Gone!
New stories,
understandings.
Different,
each
different.
Unconnected
one from
the other.
New world.
Much to
learn.
One
to the
next the
spirits
flow.
Soul
journey.
Existence.
True
existence
unknowable.
Little boxes
each.
Like
stepping
stones
coursing
an endless
voyage.
One
step at
a time.
Eternity.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 22nd, 2024 07:30
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 21
Comments2
A voyage and a journey indeed. A fun ride.
Those stepping stones guide us to boxes in our life and they never stop John.
Andy
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