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Questing for Myself and Soulfulness

January 13, 2012
By HisPurePrincess ELITE, Flemington, New Jersey
HisPurePrincess ELITE, Flemington, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
What things there are to write, if only one could write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach. ~Logan Pearsall Smith

I sought to write some lines
To express my broken soul
I thought that I would taste the ink
And it would make it whole
I looked down at my weary feet
With their tattered soles
I looked also at my heart
And saw it was full of holes

I sought out wise men in their tents
Staring at the the stars
They made predictions of my fate
With instruments and charts
I labored in the desert sun
To build a new thatched roof
And found the key to silence lay
Under a stone of proof

I sought a treasure beyond dreams
With the key in my hand
I hoped the trunk contained the light
To water my dried up land
I travelled through mountains ever high
And brought myself to naught
When in the chest of dreams I saw
All the dreams I'd left to rot

I sought a way to break this spell
And end my agony
I heard a solemn tolling bell
And cried despairingly
I had all but given up
My long-enduring quest
I surrendered all that I longed for
And in peace laid to rest

I sought no more a cure for me
A antidote for brokenness
Instead I sought a final home
A love and loves to bless

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