The Labyrinth Of The Mind

When the teacher becomes the unscrupulous student in this dominion we call life, is it our perspective to assume he or she has been well educated to master such a craft of surrendering, sentiments, politics, well versed in his creed to adhere to other’s thoughts in any given subject matter, as he or she magnify their experiences one has succumb too, or does it qualify one to withhold warranted  credentials, the mind must reevaluate to once again become the student to relegate his mentality to higher standards to continue, to teach, and then to tutor a better understanding of his true destiny when interacting, unbiased submitting when listening, and a sense of reasoning not to fear what he or she still has to comprehend.
 
Someone, whom I admire once advised me, ‘reach one teach one’ how can you reach when the mind totally shuts down, ignoring the dynamic phases the cerebral cortex has to process, and then modify in lament terms for us to converse, for others to understand.
 
In life, we all have a past, yet, we stand in the present, blind faith we walk upon into the future, and for the fortunate ones who may cross that bridge in time, hopefully, complied in wisdom, and knowledge, whereas, there will be no tolls or no mental hindrance of its bearer.  
 
In the spirituality of loving oneself, it is given, as well as received, gifts of the heart, mind, body, and the deeper revelations of the soul, we tend to lend daily. The naked exposure of its ugliness comes to light, when such God gifted warranties are relied upon for catastrophic destruction.
 
The doctrine of true Karma of what we sow, in retrospect, we most likely will come to reap. Bringing forth the concept, inner love starts within our sacred temple, the radiance of good seeds that have been sown will always prevail from one generation unto the other, however, at times, and I vaguely, state that, the concept, the sins of the father will be visited among the child.  
 
The mystical Gatekeeper of the Chi, in its purest element form is the Holy Crail of our inner realm; the mouth we speak, the voice of reason, the eyes, we look upon in wonderous or damnation, the ears, such beautiful sounds of adherence to learn, hear, only to discuss the complexities we surrender unto.  
 
As an once ER Trauma/Critical Care Nurse, Level III, I’ve seen my share of the young, elderly, take final breaths of earthly life and I’ve always contemplated was it fate, is this their destiny, which has taken its course, or is it simply God’s plan, and if so, then who am I to question.  
 
Most people think the less road traveled will get them to their destination much faster, it may, nonetheless, it does not stop the passage of life’s greater force, the unknown, which, tends to come at you muck quicker, at that pivotal  point in life, you either sink or you swim.