10 June

Onward as we travel throughout the barren years, here amongst the thorns and prickles, listless, lifeless echoes cheer us on as so we go, none the wiser, or so it seems.

What a picture of despair so few words can paint, and affect an entire population towards this fate. Words are so powerful, and yet so loosely spread; far too many, far too often, with little thought of consequence.

If one would but realise that all the spoken words are only an evolution, an outer manifestation in this world, of thoughts, and that, in their turn, thoughts are real too, and a manifestation of an ideal or principle of higher yield.

We tend to pay too much attention to our lower senses, and disregard the realms from which they emanate. But once we see beyond our vision, and hear the silent breath, time is timeless and all that’s truly real is of a different strand, things are known which cannot be proven here, and the senses five are utilised sensibly, without fear.

And so we paint a different picture, one of positive intent. Optimistic, yes, but also of beauty, love and wisened intellect. And powerful are the words thus chosen, with a will of their own so that they may echo for eternity throughout all aeons known.

Aspire then to inspirational thoughts and deeds. Climb the tallest mountain strong and send forth your sentiments with speed. And share your deepest wishes, your longings for this world. Make them truly reverberate in every corner of dark despair until all weary souls are thus enriched with pure air, their lungs filled to the brim with the joy of dew-dropped petals in the sun.