Through many worlds we come to be, found and then again lost in the vast sea of infinity.
What purpose all this fervor be, this endless search for one to be.
A restless hunger so great indeed, driven in such desperation to succeed.
From this life’s learning can mean in HELL BURNING, or graciously growing towards humble knowing.
Where then does beauty be, amidst much pain and misery.
The price sooner or later paid we find, are only our dues over the great span of time.
Let not rare moments slip by unknowing, hold fast this precious works its showing.
Alas comes the darkness…then more light, as can only be in the way of life.
Author/Elaine Neihardt Smith www.motionOsis.comby