The mountain ahead of you is the desert you have roamed. 

Blessings strewn are thrown 

cast about without a thought towards 

Their meaning in the now but hereafter 

Our eyes see but become easily deceived once we find our hearts engaged in the many parts of this temporary place

We seek spaces to be at peace never wishing harm much less to deliver it yet this et tu Brutus?

Solace is giving without return our service keeps the bad dreams from the reality 

To be or not to be sitting with #GP becomes an heir apparent of peace & patience rather than a soliloquy 

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