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Precipice
Rumi Quote "Doubt is a precipice on the way to God. Blessed is he who is freed from its bonds." __________________________________________ Walking toward the edge, facing a gray sky, Paradise magnificence is dazzling below. Goals are shrouded amid dense, rimy snow, Amid scarlet stones, serenading scary lullaby. Mountain summits catch nascent sunbeams, Time for either primal bitterness or delight. Flagrantly feeling fearful of a factious fright, Falls fully into the recess of sliced streams. Positioned on the edge of annihilation, I was looking into the distance of my mind. I am seated and pensive, on muse behind, Have I the resolve to move toward obligation? Yeah, the road ahead is all thorny and broken, So I'm trapped, admiring it from a distance. However, I am unable to reverse my insistence, for the route I've taken is empty and betoken. I've no action as to dwell in confine of truth, Observing dread and splendor of doubt. Skilled in leaving to safety despite flout, Wish to dive into the dimness, still in my youth.   Fear the ambiguous; it is nothing but dread, If not brave enough to tackle a rough path. As I felt anxious at this point, unfit to lath. Still, what path can I decide to sail ahead? Should I return to weird safety or leave? Is the charm of the enigma alluring to me? What can I do? not a clear path to foresee Yet, such ways will always be a lie to weave. But I must purport to persist on this precipice. Hinders the impending gravity of genesis.
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