imagining blue

Sunday, 14 November 2010

Despair

When the door is shut for the seeker of the truth; the truth itself being that it seeks who seeks it disperses from the key hole and the hinges like plumes of incense, the clouds lifting the one whose path is blocked. Lifting the seeker in delicate nudges and eddies to a place above where he sought so he can have a greater view of the things around him. Close your eyes and listen... The truth calls!