The walk home
We are all walking each others home, not knowing
is a profound statement by a great teachers bestowing.
The projections of inherit reflections,
reveals itself in that individual social connection.
The golden love silk attraction,
the seeking of blind self in others abstraction.
The salvation in care of each others protection,
side by side in growth is the stimulus creation.
Mosaic of desired dreams as bucket list,
temptation to challenge each others through the mist.
Support on many levels committed,
letting go towards free fall permitted.
Sensing each others side beyond,
holding fast besides all in correspond.
Stretching limitation further as edge to conclusion,
testing sphere towards fragile solution.
The path seem dark and hopeless at times,
dreaming together kindles the vision in frames.
Doors open where none are and possibilities appear,
spectrum's of trust are the faith frontier.
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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.
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