Through the fires of hell and death, We travel crossing the fields filled with smoke, the riverbeds are folded with water that burns the sole and poisons the mind for a false cause. Although calm and cooling it may be. The under tow and the tongue, swiftly will It catch you and pull you under. Forcing you to go down stream.
When the waters are spread and the currents calmed. You might find yourself near life and with the might to travel to such a place. So that you might be able to save yourself, your soul and all that cross your path, or even created by your path.
Otherwise will you see nothing and walk for a while staying near the river for a sense of security, safety, or even reassurrence that you are going somewhere. May it even be just a place that you are in harmony with so you wish not to leave? Following its' bends, twists, loops, ups, and downs. As it cuts its' way through the land. Till the fatefull day when it hits a falls. Careening down a few thousand feet. Flowing gracefully down a cliff side in total beauty and slumber
Do you continue to follow jumping off the deep end, diving into the unknown, or do you change your ways making it possible to once again return to a life of freedom.
Like the sands inside an hourglass. We fall to be turned over and pass through the gates of judgement. Hoping to get there sooner so our knowledge, landing, and the truth of the world is closer to the rock that the first of us hit, and grow on to better themselves and all that fall on them. And with this strength we are made straight, true, and firm. Holding all that fall upon us for their weaknesses and infirmities.
 morti_cacciatore · Thu Oct 13, 2005 @ 09:01pm · 0 Comments |
