I tear out, by the roots, a lifetime of teachings.
Acceptance without questioning why, will be no longer.
I stand here, as the day I was born, naked, bleeding from the wounds of a lifetime.
Seeking the truth, I present not to you, but to myself a blank canvas.
This time I will be the painter.
Seeking the truth, I present not to you, but to myself a blank canvas.
This time I will be the painter.
4 comments:
your wounds will heal, just think dear friend what you can do with that empty canvas the rest of your life, opportunity abounds.....grab life by the horns and run with it in truth and light, you will soar and flourish my friend...i promise
dave, I'm telling myself...Run Forest, Run! But those damn braces are not falling off! Hummmm, where did I put that wrench? Maybe if I loosen the nuts a little bit more. . .
Forest Gump?
Just when I thought you were one of the most thoughtful blogger on the net, you expouse Forest Gump???
How COULD you??
LOL
OK, seriously, I only watched about 10 minutes of that movie and just couldn't take anymore!
BTW, let me treat those naked wounds for ya...
Do you promise to kiss and make them all better, Greg?
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