About Souls and Eyes ...

Going through life ...
You do get to notice that ...
Different people have different ...
Eyes ...
Not only ...
In terms of color or shape ...

But also in how they feel ...
Its like they reflect something ...
In my culture there is a common saying that ...
Eyes are windows to our souls ...

Thinking about that ...
Makes wonder about, the depth of that ancient saying ...
Through a window you can look both ways ...
Or Sometimes only one way ...
Hide behind the shades and curtains ...
Or shine like the sunlight ...

The boy in that picture ...
Have been captured by a very talented photographer ...
And if i do remember correctly ...
The photographer's impression was that this boy was different ...
Ancient and even his words was of an old and forgotten world ...
He is Turkish ...

Are some souls older than others ...
And do some of them find their way back to earth ...
In another vessel/body ...
At another time ...

Just Wondering ...
About the journey we call life ...

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“If eyes are windows to the soul, then tears are heaven's rain.” - Anthony Liccione

The Crow Father ...

Impeded with the most of ancient dreams ...
The flames of your soul dance's within you ...
That which you forgut and that which you remember ...

May your eyes always ...
Reflect your true ...
Essence ...

O Ga Nish

And yet you wonder ...

When there is Doubt ...
There is Truth ...

When there is Truth ...
There is Doubt ...

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The Truth will never be told ...
Like an unborn child ...
A sun that will never rise ...
The rain that will never fall ...

You find your self ...
Cloaked ...
In an ever lasting night ...
Waiting for the Day's Light ...
                                                                Battled by your doubts ...
                                                                Your question and your thoughts ...
                                                               
                                                                 Taking ...
                                                                 A step into believing ...
                                                                 And another ...
                                                                 Into disbelieving ...

                                                                 Haunted by that ...
                                                                 That you seek ...
                                                                 And shall never find ...

                                                                  The truth is a lie ...
                                                                  Something you shall never find ...

                                                                  Yet I doubt ...
                                                                  It all ...
                                                                  And i believe it all ...

                                                                  For ever seeking ...
                                                                  For ever guided ...
                                                                  And ...
                                                                  Misguided ...
                                                               
                                                                  I shall find the truth ...
                                                                  Lurking deep withing my doubts ...

                                                                 And i shall break the shell of doubts ...
                                                                 Embedding my truth ...

                                                                 This is the Truth of ...
                                                                 Me ...

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Secrets ...

 So i have been always interested in human psychology, human psyche, the human mind, heart, soul ... etc. As much as i have wondered in life about life i have wondered about our kind. To me there was this eternal inner feeling that we are the route cause of life or that life is the route cause of us, i am not even sure that the sentence i wrote even defines that feelings. To be honest it does not but i will try to further explain.

We are as ancient as life it self, As much as we do diverse we are one. We forget to remember and we

 remember to forget. Wondering and Wonderful children of life but do we life to meet our expectations, our purpose and may our purpose be.

Any how i did develop this habit of following anonymous secrets, they are like fragments of another person, perhaps that person experience or feeling doesn't relate to me in terms of my own principles, gender, life experience, thinking patterns, priorities, culture, religion, ... etc. but in the end they

 do remain as an existing and ever lasting fragment of  another person and even some could relate to.
Makes me wonder at the end of the day are we nothing but fragments of secrets being put together but if that was true if our secrets all of our secrets gets exposed and they no longer existed does those fragment shatter and get lost in oblivion, then if that was true then what happens to us?

A Scratch ...

It has been a while since i was here last, does that mean that my wall haven't been scratched since this. Apparently not, basically alot has happened since i was here last. So much more than i do care to remember or write down in here.

Last night an old thought wrapped in an even older feeling kicked in my head. I can hardly breath and i can hardly walk, this  warrior needs to rest so just let him be.

Its then when i just realized that it was just but another scratch.