They frame every gift you give
Off of your every word, they live
For you, they'd drive all night
Not a wink of sleep
...If only all this staying awake
Could keep you happy and safe
Little pilgrimages they have made
To keep you here
Little pilgrimages they hope
Will offer some up for you
If only we could get through
All your red tape
You are stuck
And we're sticking by you
But somehow the glue
That held you together
Somewhere along the line
Couldn't handle the weather
And I can see now
After all this rain
You'll never return
And how this knowledge burns
And burns
Still, they'll hang another frame
And call you all the same
...If it eases the pain
I can pass no blame...
Little pilgrims, they keep the faith
Even if yours is all lost
Little pilgrims, they'll love you
Despite your conditioning,
- They'll love you unconditionally
But every year, we always notice
How your chair stays oh so empty.
This little blog right here, is simply an exploration of my own human 'design' and a means of trying to express its reason for being! I don't know about you, but I'm curious. Curious about trying, and seeing what happens. Each day is an opportunity to try and align ourselves with our own basic goodness. Every situation, person we meet, is our teacher, our guide to learning and becoming more aware of ourselves. The signposts pointing us toward fulfillment of our reason for being, are all out there. It's simply up to us whether we open our hearts to them. Only we can decide whether or not we try. But life ain't fun if you don't try, so seek, explore, and be eternally curious about the life you've obtained. Be your own adventurer and you will find, there really is 'bien raison d'être' - much reason for being.
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