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Jun 11, 2010
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Quintessence
The veils of deception are heavy.
Truisms are formed with only half sight.
Absolutes are not pure and unquestionable
and the hand has no choice
but to do as the heart desires.
The greatest gift of understanding
was given us ages past.
To thine own self be true he said.
To your own heart be honest.
Forget false plenary,
the only certainty we can grasp
is ourselves.
So let us forget logic
and sink and seek within,
past emotion, through intuition
and we will find the promised peace.
Know thyself
and in that perceive the only real axiom.
— judyanne, Jun 11, 2010
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Critiques
raskin
15 years 12 months ago
Very true, treat yourself
judyanne
15 years 12 months ago
thanks raskin
Nordic cloud
15 years 12 months ago
and yet we seek outside ourselves the certainty that we exist?
judyanne
15 years 12 months ago
annanya
lou
15 years 12 months ago
hi
judyanne
15 years 12 months ago
thanks lou
xena465
15 years 12 months ago
WoW Judy
judyanne
15 years 12 months ago
you are always so lovely rosina
shirley harrison
15 years 12 months ago
i love this Judy!
judyanne
15 years 12 months ago
true shirley harrison