The bus of wisdom beckons all; But few listen or answer its call. On snail rim turtle tires it rolls, As patience’s collector takes toll. Expecting teachings from the Magi, Secret insights of Solomon’s papyri. Instead, granted the sage old legacy, Unpacking one’s suitcase menagerie – To investigate the query – “who am I.”
Forged from divine molten Wisdom, Your spiritual body armor – withstands many foes.
“The simple things are also the most extraordinary things, and only the wise can see them.” – Paul Coelho
In each moment, life holds its own sacred promise – Borrow not from moments of future increase, Nor, scour moments of paradise best left behind – Lest today, you spend its precious moments, holding on to the wind.
Our life’s journey is often defined more by what we choose not to do, than by what we do. I was on my way to the grocery store today and I was waiting to make the left turn from the main street into the grocery mall parking lot. I saw an opening in the seeminglyContinue reading ““Just because you can, doesn’t mean, you should””