A life most beautiful!

On target.

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The day I stood at the foot of a mountain, I discovered my insignificance. The walk that led me deep into the woods opened my eyes to the magnificent of creation. It was a lonely tear that fell into the ocean which allowed me to connect with the whole. The moment I allowed myself to sit within the darkness that surrounded me, my soul found illumination.

I had walked in the valley of death for years, lost and confused. The only way to survive was to eliminate this painful existence with every escapism and avoidance method created by man.  An empty vessel wondering from shore to shore in hope, that one day, I may once again feel alive. To walk in the sunshine, I needed to experience my shadow self, embrace those disowned parts-of-self that were the cause of my greatest shame.  I needed to acknowledge that these were a…

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About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 28, 2015, in Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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