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EnemyNumeroUno
Age: 23 Zodiac: 
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:24 am |
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loss can come like the surfaceing of a great wave
overflowing, overturning submerging your life
into the fragmented remains of a splattered town of a soul in it's
most despairing of times.
change can come like the metamorphosis of a butterfly
and vise versa, but
We all experience trials and tribulations we must face,
demons we must chase out of the existing fertile ground
of our souls purity and entirity.
In all enlightenment have I come to terms with myself,
and all that surround me, loss and change
are but mere stepping stones and catalysts
that act as filters to strengthen our spiritual
chains of resistance and metamorphosize the pain into pleasure.
The more pain you endure the stonger your character,
the more loss that seperates you from the rest the more material to work with.
I ask myself why do we all experience so much suffering, so much pain and loss.
I then remind myself of the first noble truth: all life is suffering.
Suffering, loss, and change are painful to endure,
but so easy to cure that I am sure of.
Anger is but a false emotion created by the ego
to protect oneself from the world and our personified
created selves which we think we are
in our most grandeur of delusions, but
I myself exist, and that is all;
I don't seek honor, status or praise, but do seek enlightenment.
If we could only learn to make lemonade out of lemons,
pain and pleasure would be inseperable as the yin and yang,
heaven and hell,
if we realize all is equal then even pain will not hurt.
Loss can be greatly overwhelming to the a spoiled ingrate,
but to someone who has walked a beaten path,
and is used to not haveing as much that loss can be purified
into something substantial, tangible.
I believe that loss, change and suffering are lessons
to be learned,
stones to overturn,
and they are all taught by the omniscient Guru from up above,
pulling the strings behind everything, though a light of such strength
we are blind to it.
I summon up all of my demons face to face,
losses, pain by pain,
and day by day turn lemons into lemonade,
not such a challenge to the resourceful, and krafty.
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