Sentences are said but words are not spoken. I cannot describe what I feel when moments like these occur, is it enlightenment or is it me or perhaps it is both? such simple things as staring at the flame on a candlestick or meditating near a tranquil sea, such simple things hold the answers to the universe. All seconds are pecious, we live and we die, evry father was somebodys son and every second,minute, hour and lifetime contains a little bit of enlightenment and by being a simple person you will reach this ultimate truth.
Reason for writing:
Tere is no real reason I wrote this other then I felt
inspired
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