…and yet there is a moment, recalled at least once, by all, yet neglected within its time. A once upon a time moment, it’s fairy tale embedded drip, molten and attached anonymously upon our minds, stealthily impressed, secretly within our hearts. The perfect moment when the guard was dropped, the care transcended, the need to explain left at doorway of opposites and in this moment, this beautiful perfect moment, we are reborn and will forever live again.
It is then having experienced our perfect moment, we understand the inexorable opposites are that whose existence must come to end.
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God grant me your serenity, grant me the peace found only in silence.
That your will be done, not mine.
To accept I cannot change but I can surrender.
For you are the do -er not I.
Allow me this wisdom.
I understand there are many things my mind believes to be wrong.
I will suffer for these discrepancies.
They are not who I am, though I will suffer my attachment.
For I believe in the idea of perfection, which you show me each and every day
through a flower and a stone a droplet of water and an insect.
Perfect can only emit perfect and from perfect there can only be perfect.
I and the father are one.