Was I once a riddle?
One cannot be sure of what it saw;
Have I once belonged to an order?
Many orders took place,yet many had disappeared;
Have I once took place in balance?
One cannot be sure of it,'cause fate always turns to it's opposite;
Have I once belonged to a reality?
Nothing is real-yet everything,infinitum,is real;
Was I once a world?
The World is built of lives,creating separate worlds,
The infinity of this miracle cannot be fully explained;
Yet it is real,it is there,it is everywhere.
We are bonded to the world we live in,
It feds from us,and we feed from it;
Our ideas are reflected in it,yet it's nature is reflected within us.
Like a tree,we live together,one by one
Creating the whole.
If one dies,it's death reaches out for the others,
Yet fate doesn't let it take actions by free will.
Sometimes there is piece,a paradise of serenity,
Sometimes there is war,an apocalypse of mourning-
There has been:massacres,genocide,carnage,
But there has been:creation,building of srtuctures too.
It's in us,holding us tight,
Embracing us before our evolution,we feel connected;
We are chained to our world,to all it's parts.
Some seek darkness,
Some seek light-
But few seek balance,to keep this realm in order.
Many had kept hidden,infinite secrets,
And the secrets of Infinity.
The question is-does one knows what to do?
Do you know what's your destiny?
Do you understand the puzzles of your fate?
One may ask questions,but must seek answers,
And must take actions,must move on;
For we have a chance to choose. |
