Nostalgia
By turquin
That which fuels our ev'ry aspiration which we in our estrangement, ever seek and for which we truly pine in the depths of our sentient souls; The very breathings of great art, no less, in the advancing of science and in the lofty idealisms of many a sage - the goal of many a pilgrim's journey; the Golden Land of many a gallant explorer. Social beings are we, and ever searching, seeking to quell the pain of lost identities. Hasten we, another's hand to take and in hunger'd eagerness, vow the big 'I do'; but if nuptial cord be just a rope of sand then are we not as mastless vessels, adrift as flotsam upon the restless waves of ever-searching passions, never content unless, in Love's homely haven, are safely moored. Just as man seeks woman, so does the Question, the Great Question of the homeless heart persue with ardent, unrelenting flame, the one true Answer, hidden 'neath the veil; a digging 'neath the rocks and rubble of now crumbling memories of an Eden,lost, for the Gem, the misplaced Gem of unity with eternal Divinity, for that alone, is truly Home. Written November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 06:03 PM PST 0 • 10
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