He/she has power but the power brings sadness.
When alone his/her spirit travels through infinitive sorrow inflicted to others.
Although working for good he/she squeezes the inform matter.
By doing that the heart suffers.
The limbo where he/she works gives no space for human relations.
All postures and contacts have a purpose.
The great machine engulfs everything and ties all bounds.
Yet existes a tunnel of light.
On the bottom just do.
On the middle do and control.
On the top imagine the future and do what it takes.
Playing on good the light is yours.
The sheep eats grass, wet and green grass.
For the sheep is survival.
For the sheperd is responsability for assuring sheep's way of live.
Live's a bitch.
Knowing that one must wonder: Is live just this?
It cannot be. It cannot be. Then what.
The answer is inside of each and one of us.
I'm going to study Theosophy.
We need to find the answers to the questions of our heart and mind.
To You, when alone... find the joy in the light. Even in the dark there is light.
