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THE SEEKING


Seeking in many ways can be as simple as asking questions, but I also think that I'm meant to seek out my purpose within the questions, otherwise, I'm merely paying lip-service to the spirit. If then the answers are unknowable, I believe I should be content with my inability to know. (In a way the being content part is likely to reveal my purpose more than even my seeking. Perhaps the greatest knowledge I can garner is that, in truth, I don't know anything and if even if I do, it's very little.)

The self, in my opinion, is a rather tricky thing, and nearly impossible to grasp if what I imagine I seek is my "I" instead of my "me" (who I was born and intended to be).

Living in the virtue of "that life" and "that power" might help me realize where, who and what I am, and may even open my eyes to the fullness of my "connectedness". Of course, I believe the "connectedness" is already done for me, I just need to untangle the mess I've made of the spirit(s) that have always been dancing within and passing through me...


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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