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[title] => The Awakening
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[bodytext] => The last time that I built a bridge, I crossed a raging river of denial High as I was from the pure mountain air, I fell asleep only to dream Perched in a tree top of wisdom, the eagle of visions called my name He spoke so soft but so clear, and he revealed to me the knowledge of the mountain and the secrets of the river I listened with a patient ear as he spoke He told of places that I had never imagined and I was up to the challenge Then the eagle screamed and flew away the mountains echoed his final cry I knew the meaning of all I ever wondered and when I woke, I was hungry I feasted on mushrooms and waited for my induced vision All of a sudden I saw a man holding life in one hand and death in the other I chose life and death smiled In one moment I gained years of age and turned into an old man, death was beckoning me from the trees, he would surely arrive soon So at that moment I knew why I was here, not to find hidden meanings, not to know the unknown, only to live and die without expecting anything more that must be the key to happiness The eagle lit the path and I chose not to gain a fools prosperity, but to live life and appreciate the unknown mysteries, accepting that they are unknown for a reason [comments] => 4 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 40 [informant] => outdoorsman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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