Where do we go when we go to a place that simply is no place at all?
When we step out of time to become nothing more a memory few can recall.
How can we be when we longer are?
Or earlier, not yet have been a bit of eternity sits in our souls.
Though we live in the house of the wind, conscipousness comes like a stranger to call, both us and something quite more.
Where it may come from and where it may go is a wonder behind a locked door.
Faith finds within her heart a windy sea.
A restless place of homeless, hopeless peace in which there’s neither passion nor release.
The changeless void whose changes never cease. Having wrought this unwilled will to be.
Keep on going and the chances are you will stumble on something.
Perhaps when you are least expecting it. I have never heard of anyone stumbling on something sitting down.
Lead the life that will make you kindly and friendly to everyone about you, and you will be surprised what a happy life you will lead.
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