How many worthy goods would you happily give away for The Hand to take you back to the kingdom of your happy childhood upon your humble request, and thereby live the days when seeing was believing, and equally live the nights when after your prayer, dreaming under the sky full of stars was all that you ever asked for…
A time when the heart prevailed over the intellect which you had yet to discover and foremost the time when you could easily tab in all the subtle energies of every living and non living things that surrounded you and that composed your world …
A world that was timeless but that has now become priceless if you but recall the immensity of the innocence you have left.
Ah! How many of us have retained the heart of the child within and still live their life as a grand adventure…?
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You were walking through this life, blinded by a seemingly organized world.
And as you grew in age, days became shorter, dreams much thinner and a feeling of being worthless in this existence took a strong stand.
To be or not to be was never the ultimate question but rather a query to the length of time one has to wait until he finally ‘becomes’ and is able to utilize his ability to see .
Seeing revives the quiet heart that was sleeping and opens up once again all the dormant channels within.
And thus one day, you saw and you saw it all !
The circles made of exponentials and spirals slowly moving to the motion of the noiseless sound that echoes their movement and that once created them all…
The dazzle at the perfection of the worldly sequence that contains the waves which interact and scatter everywhere,
The beauty of the stars, the moon and the sun and everything that lives underneath and that amusingly takes up the shape of the circles you saw earlier and seek their root to the unique golden number and flower of life ,
And in the end, as the child once thought, everything felt worth living again.
For as you were once, you heartily became again part of the entire universe!
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