Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: James Aitchison

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There is a pattern
to which all life adheres.
Earthly binds define us, incorrectly,
for destiny wills otherwise.
Your life is a strand on my loom.
Embedded in your pure and sinner self
are qualities and merits
inherited from past existences.
Set free the beauty of your being,
achieve your perfect self
while living.
For every measure of good that you impart
will be dispensed again in your favor.
There were those who came to me
asking of the eternal. And I replied that
the eternal is not a mysterious barrier,
merely the progression of lives,
the strands of my loom.


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