wondering, mumbling and a world crumbling

Why do we think everything takes so long, when it's really all over before you can even blink.?The chances we've been given still give us that ability to change the problems of the past. A repentance will always be accepted, unless we leave it too late... In a month were fasting is prescribed, and the chance has been given to self-rectify, we find so many just letting this chance slip away, and putting themselves on the edge of a chasm which they can very easily fall into. Their patience, if there was ever any, is totally unexistent; they seem to have no control over their own self. The demons are chained up in this month, so that moment of insanity comes from within and cant be blamed on any other. On three occasions in the past few days, this author has witnessed some angry instances of inhuman impatience - and by the way, in any other month it is extremely rare to see these things, where people are moved almost to physical violence against their brothers by verbal exchanges ...

Here sits a stranger, a reflection, of a perfection he wishes to acheive. Hoping to embody a fragment of light- perhaps even outshine the sun. While sons of past seekers wander 'round; Their ancestors were keepers of the keys, to open mysteries, beyond second sight, of What was before anything was begun. Sadly now the keys have been passed on, But the keepers imagine them, in their hands- Because matter has dulled their hearts, and they think they've nothing left to find. Now they see the stranger, and he sees them- But perhaps they exist on different plains. Maybe he has inherited the keys, Still waiting for history to unwind. They laugh at the stranger's ...

we've forgotten where we came from, and where we're going to, and taken things easier than they were ever meant to be. born into a vastness we dont have a clue, open your heart and your eyes will see. every breath breathed is another chance- a beautiful unrecognised grace, turning back to the path enhanced love's warm and welcome embrace. so eyes heart and universe in tune, what then, our soft gaze lost in perfection? if the path taken is out of gloom. then you're going in the right direction.