the smallest point of truth becomes the object of desire a certainty so little likened to grain of sand becomes the all to which we move towards this reality of compensations
as the bystander watches its only toil that he sees as the other lives so minute is clarity of the stream so fine is the thread on which it moves only these eyes see the transparency of thought
the mustard seed of faith the only certainty worth the search by the wayside are found the riches promised be wise on the road and and rest a while
Edited by - kumar ul islam on Aug 10 2016 4:28:28 PM
the little of which we can be certain
Posted - Aug 10 2016 : 4:26:00 PM
