Painting by Thomas Kinkade, Painter of Light. https://thomaskinkade.com
I think I've given up on wondering "why"...
Why do we feel the way we do?
There is no keeping track, every aspect of our lives,
Every piece of the puzzle within us, without us...
The worlds I find within are my focus,
To understand myself and peel back the layers,
To be more in tune with the Oneness that is,
The ocean for which there are no words.
It would take thousands of words to even begin;
An unnecessary and futile attempt.
I could write books and books and not say a thing,
Because a single glimpse is all you need,
And you already understand.
A glimpse to guide you to the end;
A glimpse to help you round the bend;
A glimpse, if you're willing to listen;
One glimpse, and the growth will never end...
The Light by Akiane Kramarik. https://akiane.com
