What a journey is the journey of life sometimes it is long, as far as the journey of I to my higher self, sometimes as close as a trip from the earth to the moon. The moon that is right there in the sky and we see it almost every night, we can calculate how far it is and we can spend days and night to build the right machinery to go there. And the far journy to the higher self, no destination, no end, as endless as when I stare at the spirit of a flower, as deep as the potency of a drop from the ocean. In the drop I found the ocean, yet the ocean is ocean, the drop just a drop. But as the poet said when the drop joins the ocean it looses the self, it joins the higher self, it becomes one with it.
Are we not all drops of humanity, isn’t there one soul, one spirit and we are just drops, unique pieces of a higher Self, higher Being, the Spirit of love.
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