Before

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    My life was not meant to be hazy. I came here for a purpose, a directness of higher learning. When I took my first breath, my sight was gone. My hearing faded, my thoughts became fuzzy. I became an infant of the universe and infinitesimal baby of life. I try so hard to remember my reason for this chance encounter with the world. I choose this existence…but why? I go thru the day-to-day playground of childhood re-learning the basics, always knowing there is a driving force behind my heartbeat. I need to learn, to know…to grow. My purpose will become clearer, my driving desire stronger the harder I look. Images flicker in my projector like memory. I have done all this before. What am I to learn that I don’t already know in the essence of my soul? I remember my mother universe and my father world as great lights in the beginning. I remember mother earth and father nature when I walked this world before. What am I waiting for? I have the seeds for eternity in my soul and I am about to set them in the soil to grow along the path of enlightenment, my reason seems clear now. I am meant to make a memory of the universe for the people I touch with my being. I am not quite done with this world, but when I am it is time to release the binding strings of this life. It is time to choose another lesson on this planet, I will see you all again, for another purpose of higher learning.

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    Vincent commented on Before

    12-25-2008

    Interesting concept. cool

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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