The light in me recognizes the light in you. Also, the darkness.
For I can not see in you what I have not seen in myself.
Your joys are echoes of my joy. Your pains echoes of my pain.
You faults are mine, magnified by the lens of my own eyes.
Verily, without my faults it would be impossible to see them in others-
Because we are all wrought from the same divine image.
In the firing of the Sacred Clay we were all burned. Damaged.
And the world we live in is broken-
The Meaning of Life is to heal the world.
The Meaning of Life is to fix yourself- to repair the damage.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
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This makes a fairly ridiculous amount of sense; you've put a universal law into poetry. ~.~v
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