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I Keep Asking Why

I think the universe is all random There is no reason No reason for anything Things happen People live People die They fall in love Or they don’t They suffer pain Or they live care free A philosopher once said Find a house where there Has been no pain No heartache And you will know The meaning of life But such a house Does not exist

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Ellen Gwaltney Bales

Date: 5/21/2023 6:16:00 PM

Thank you for comments, @Unseeking Seeker.

Unseeking Seeker

Date: 4/8/2023 5:31:00 AM

And yet we see perfect sacred geometry all around, methinks God rolls no dice. Relinquishing lower mind, if we connect with universal consciousness, silence reveals deepest truths. However, we must let go of, to get to (which we resist)