Is there anything you can comprehend in this?

There are no words for it,
It exists within every moment.
With the passing of every breath,
Lost amidst thought.

The heart sees what the mind does not,
The heart knows more than every thought.
The heart speaks not what it wants,
It relinquishes only what it needs.

The mind screams often aloud,
Talking often of what it knows not.
A constant ramble of analytical thought,
It can never fully understand all.

Throw away all that you know,
Comprehend not all that you see.
When there is nothing around that you understand,
It is then that you'll learn all that you can.

What Moves the World

Would that I could see the will that moves the world. Would that it wasn't hidden, what would I see?

The constant flow of energy, the spinning of the fan, the blowing of the wind, the constant humming in the air. Would that I could see the will that dictates the world. What would I see?

Would that I understood the will that commands the land. That I may realise the nature of that which moves the earth and the air. The very same force that has given to me my freedom to defy Its will.

With each breath I take, with each step that I make with the pretence of true and absolute freedom. When in truth, I am bound to Its will. For in truth, His will does present itself within my heart. His will, I've learnt, lies deep within my soul. Coursing through me as it does through everything else.

Be it a rock that lays still upon the floor, or a tree rooted deep in earth, or a mindless dog lapping and drooling away. His will, flows through all. But what sets me apart from that rock or that dog, what sets you apart from anything else in this world, is choice. Such is His will upon us.

That we may be presented with His will, and yet be gifted with a chance to do with it as we will. That is our gift, and our curse.