As I made an abrupt stop
in my journey of life,
I realized
that I wasn’t satisfied.
I existed
in the state,
I was in
because it was familiar
and somewhat safe.
However,
I discounted the thoughts,
the dreams
I held within.
Somehow,
I accepted them
as simple passages in life.
They became
part of the landscape
and invisible to the eye.
I suppressed them
and never questioned why.
In that fateful moment,
all was loud and clear.
The mystery
was out.
The truth
was there.
My life as it was,
was a mystery indeed.
Bits and pieces
of life’s deeds.
Scrambled about
like pieces of cardboard,
like parts of a puzzle
with that one missing piece
which was me.
Realization from unsatisfied to satisfied, is a truly remarkable experience, time makes of the essance and joy pursation perhaps of life , has healed the old and satified the new
So true. Thanks for your comment.