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awakened into a light we are all born, given with agony into this world we all begin to exist. do we meditate on the pain felt by our mothers? do we see their hearts break as we do wrong? their love is forever and like an everlasting wind it cannot be put out. do we give it back? never as strong as it is given. it is a love a child does not have to give but longs to encapsulate and upon this the love grows. a mothers love is pure, happiness bounds within its field.
as a man i will never feel this, only witness it, share it and be apart of it but it will never be as strong. i can love and see happiness in the breeze blowing through the leaves but i will never hold it as strong as at the moment a mother gives birth.
or can i?
does enlightenment break through the boundaries of reality and offer me the love of the universe that will in turn share with me the feelings of life that such an experience offers? i believe so.
i chase peace and harmony on a material level but still, yet, i am shown life.
why don't i take it?
it is not my time, i have so much to learn, so much to give before i can escape and feel truly safe and open. this alone drives my inner spirit even when i do not recognize it. it drives us all, through this life, many more lives and beyond. it is such a fun ride, living, so fun that it makes me pain with anguish to touch it more and elates me so high when i reach its outer rim.
ah life, what a joy it is to live.

smile on, smile with, smile for because this will help you get close.

peace

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