The power of blessings…

Poem/story of forbidden love…

How True Friendship is.

The plan and structure of life can be compared to that of the plan and architecture of a building, together with its foundation, cornerstone and pillars, how it is designed in order to uplift its overall appearance and stature.

We age in due course, and if can make it through the years, like an oak tree, rising high and spreading, its branches gnarled and twisted, we may yet remain useful, not only to others, but also ourselves.

Like the title says.

While the mystery of life unfolds within the limits of our undestanding, the mystery of death is beyond our contemplation. We can, however, arrive at an indefinite conclusion as to what is in store for the soul beyond the “border crossing.”

The border separating life and death is shrouded in mystery. One wonders if death is another name for rebirth and whether there is a u-turn back to life.

This poem concerns understanding states in the inner world which seem to be foreboding which carry much energy to assist one on the path to “clear”, and enlightenment.

Profound Abyss, anything to deep for measurement.