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Along the Hard and Dusty Road
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Along the Hard and Dusty Road |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia 
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As I walked a hard and dusty road, much like the road of Life, my senses took in the beauty of all that surrounded me. I felt the warm rays of the mid-day sun shining down upon my head and shoulders. The soft fingertips of a passing breeze as it gently brushed my face. The subtle fragrance of honeysuckle. Feathered songsters, crooning sweet melodies. After awhile, there arose in me a desire to quickly reach my destination. Desire spawned Need, from which Suffering was born. I was no longer content with a casual stroll. My steps became Labor. Much like the road of Life. In my quest to satisfy this risen need, a short cut was decided upon. Along the edges of a strawberry field and through an apple orchard. As carefully as I tried to step... Several plump and delicate berries were crushed beneath my feet. I paused to rest in the shade of the trees, plucking a sweet green prize from one of the lower branches. The knife was drawn deliberately across the outer skin and into the meat of the fruit. I savored the taste As I sat in the cool of the orchard, observing the moment and reflecting upon moments prior, a new desire arose within me. The wish to be as the fruits that I had imposed myself upon. The berries had been crushed. Their Life juices spilled upon the ground. Yet, in their moment of passing, they had scented my feet with their essence. Let me be this way to those who come in contact with me, and those who whether intentionally or not, inflict harm upon me . Even unto my moment of passing... Let me leave behind a positive affect. Like the apple that perfumed the blade. A blessing upon them Along the hard and dusty road. |
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