"Purpose defines and gives meaning to our lives. It is the road map we create in search of our highest good."
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We all have our sad or regretful times, when there’s some soul searching to be done, thy will be done.
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I wandered places searching love, pleading to people in my heart - for love. But i never knew, I am what love is and my own heart is where i will find it.
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In search of a true love, I went to the wisest men; they said I'd need to love three people at once. Luckily, they gave me their names as: YOU, YOU and YOU.
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My memory searches a distant past, where a fisherman and a carpenter worked both the land and the sea.
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We are forever searching. Searching the distant heavens for our perfect star...too often ignoring the dear light within -- outshining all man made fuels of glitter.
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Throughout history, the leaders of man, were rooted from a castle or the church...
where one would guide by bestowed power,
the other by a faith, unseen, yet to search.
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It takes great strength and a continuous search, to find the truth behind a veil of lies. But if you fail to pierce that drape of deception, your ignorance becomes fantasy that's unwise.
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"Search in life until you know your deepest fears and find your greatest love." from the poem "Soul" by Max Burchett
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Science is dependant on the research and explanation of dependant things
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Love is like heaven's double entendre,
'Til this day, I search for it's other meaning.
By Stretch C. Daniels
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What fuels agony the most?
An anamnesis of destruction of love or a dithering desire to cross paths with you once again?
And, what saddens heart the most?
Is it the search for peace that was in fact a mirage or a rasping collision with the truth?
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"I'm walking on thin ice,
searching the Universe for a new vice."
- Me
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Love like an ocean is mercurial. Subject to changing constancy; underneath the waves, in the deepest bed lies true love, watching us tread water, waiting for us to turn late or early, it does not matter; we dive deeper to find its arms open, ready to envelop us. We go searching for pearls, drowning in it all, treasure like wisdom to be found.
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Love like an ocean is mercurial. Subject to changing constancy; underneath the waves, in the deepest bed lies true love, watching us tread water, waiting for us to turn late or early, it does not matter; we dive deeper to find its arms open, ready to envelop us. We go searching for pearls, drowning in it all, treasure like wisdom to be found
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Searching binds me to Realization,
and Realization sets me Free.
I struggle, but Love.
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Opinions without research and thought are harbingers of fruitlessness.
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One’s soul begins within your inner self, search deep within one’s self
if you can sustain your inner being.
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The search for happiness is often fraught with many twists and turns, each one challenging our belief that we can truly find nirvana
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"A poet and tormented soul in search of Parnassus."--Ngoc Nguyen
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Come, you—the last one I acknowledge; return—
incurable pain searing this physical mesh.
As I burned in the spirit once, so now I burn
with you; meanwhile, you consume my flesh.
('Komm, Du' or 'Come, You' by Rainer Maria Rilke,
loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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Racism has no scientific foundation. All the research shows people from every racial and ethnic group are EQUALLY ill-equipped for Life in the Modern World.
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8. Poetry is man's heart and soul uniting to bless others, while temporarily shielding searching souls against this dark world's poison tipped arrows.
Robert J. Lindley
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Listing A Personal View Of What Poetry Is
1. Poetry is a stone, turned to expose to searching winds in a once hidden earth.
Robert J. Lindley
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Cells remember the impression of different things to the cellular level but research is still in progress to know how and how long.
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"Their is no need to think or search for the answer of any questions because answer only known by the roots of person"
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Sometimes soul searching is all that’s needed to become unweeded, giving yourself space to become spiritually yielded.
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Poets often write about what's realized by the five senses. Just as there are many movements in a composer's symphony, there's always more a poet can bring. Search continually for the poem that engages that sixth sense.
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Sometimes the thing you searched the whole world for is right beside you all along.
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Love came down at Christmas,
blessing the world with light.
Beams shining forever,
man’s bright guiding searchlight.
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