A small group of words

As the mountain stands tall so must it crumble but never truly fall

Like a river through the earth we will carve our own path to the sea

To merely talk freely like the wind is free from harm, to close the door to opportunity is to hide from the light always be open and the truth for the world shall be seen

Perfection is only seen and never held to break your site from what is perfect to you is to break your own perfection that you hold deep within

The wounds we can't see will heal in time and the scars fade with time

The pain we remember is never the same as what we felt in time gone by

And may you find the time to breath through the struggles as the strength from within grows.

If words are spoken but never heard are, they even spoken.

like echoes in the wind all that is said stays for a while and slowly fades with the blowing of the wind.

To never been seen more then what is perceived is more painful then you may know, to leave the unexplored where it may never be seen will rot the soul of those never truly seen.

May the ones that are blind to the harm they do only see the unperceived truth they believe is truth, may the truth forever betray them and lead them to damnation.

May the energy that flows be calm and still peaceful in its ever-flowing manner.

To feel more then you can show because you know not how to, is like a stone that never breaks, so that is what’s seen, the rock, the stone and nothing more. waiting to break free. So, all that you feel can be seen.

To never speak the calamity of words to be spoken is beyond expectation, to speak them would be extraordinary, but will they be heard, will they be understood, will they be allowed or like all that is left unspoken fade into dust.

The journey is made harder by the obstacles others put in the way, forcing us to take the narrow path of there expectations of who they perceive you as.