In the stillness of the heart, that voice resonates.
The voice says, each breath, each pain, each joy, each cry, each talk, each walk, all without exception lead infalliably to supreme blessedness. Our time varies.
When we accept the things as they are, we transcend denial. We seek solutions, inventing new ways, going past our own ignorance.
Our struggle is inevitable for our evolution. We’ve seen butterfly’s metamorphosis. Just like that. We grow. We evolve.
And until the light seeps and covers the entire self of who we are, into the very heart of the matter, with the sustained power, me must walk and not stop.
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