Wild horses

Driven by our own deep passions in life, towards life, for life,

Our ego.

Sometimes that can take us too far away,

So far away from our loved ones, our homeland.

Even going through near death experience.

What is authentic and what is just a copy?

Reins are in our hands, but are we really in charge here?

What to accept and what to reject?

Who are we?

Where are we going? Who will we meet? What will we become?

Is everything a predetermination in life, or do we have a free will.

Is our life in our hands, turning right, turning left, can we turn from paved road?

What is given by our society and what is given by God?

Do you really believe in that, ask yourself?

The words you are writing, the words you are saying.

While we are breaking those limitations that don’t really exist, expanding the boundaries, on the sea, like a boat that is untied from the safe port.

Sitting around the table surrounded by narrow minded horses.

With their blinder, not able to see rear or sides.

Seeing just what is in front of them.

What good can arise from that?

A simple life, free from all possession.

We are all nomad, just passing through.

Taking no more no less then we really need.

We received love from above and we should give that love below.

Never keeping the love we receive, but letting it flow through us.

We can get our knowledge through a priori or through a posteriori,

Through people or through world.

But, the ultimate knowledge is love in us, and it should be between us.

That is the biggest wisdom.