*The great Paradox*

The great Paradox

If we were to observe the creatures that fly in mid heavens, the creatures down below and never take into account the microscopic activities of the simplest form below where commonly tread, than we have missed knowledge that cries out for understanding. As we become too busy and occupied with life anxieties, we somehow by-pass real meaning that ushers forth it's paradox.

We become trapped in a web, complex and entangling; so we have little insight of what is really unfolding before our eyes. This deceptive cycle never seem to exhaust or burn out, very persistent and unscrupulous in its behavior, timeless and infinite like space itself. We become subjects of a conspiracy so ancient yet real, it begs the question of why? Then wonder of with little to give or return to the question that becomes dependent of our very existence!

There is meaning to life and so death; have we accepted both to the point we no longer care? Is there a higher power in which we demean or boast of the little accomplished in our life time? When we rest and when we rise; also does the day and the night, when we energize throughout the day so does the large circle that sustains life, with laws beyond my reach! Have you notice anything lately that caused tremors in yourself? Why do you put hope in the efforts of mankind?

Has he done anything of worth and value? Look again and observe from the smallest of life form does creation not speak in silence? And if you could hear or capture its revelation; whom would you call to your banquet table and release the silence? Knowledge disguises like a prudent chameleon making available its true intentions to which it pleases and have the right heart condition.

Here I’m again calls the howling winds of change shifting from place to place like a nomad in search of oasis, like the rainy season timely yet unaccomplished to the stumbling eyes. There are hard times ahead I see what you have missed from long ago, I’m he whom you need…but cannot tolerate; because truth does not reside in you and love is remotely found. My calling has come, there to abide in the square box below in the cool resting place if there is a resurrection? I hope and wish my desire is manifest in the simplest of all life form; maybe it’s not so difficult after all.

BY: Ralph G Cloud ©