{"id":240,"date":"2011-09-21T14:24:42","date_gmt":"2011-09-21T08:54:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ashwita.com\/zen\/?p=240"},"modified":"2014-11-15T15:38:21","modified_gmt":"2014-11-15T10:08:21","slug":"a-journey-called-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ashwita.com\/zen\/a-journey-called-life\/","title":{"rendered":"A Journey Called Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.ashwita.com\/zen\/images\/steps.jpg?resize=640%2C360&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" \/>He opened his eyes to a brand new world<br \/>\nAnd when the enchantment faded<br \/>\nHe trembled in sorrow and fear,<br \/>\nFor, his future seemed so jaded<\/p>\n<p>What did he know, how would he survive,<br \/>\nThese worries plagued his life<br \/>\nBut then he started to learn and grow<br \/>\nAnd hard work resolved his strife<\/p>\n<p>The worries gone he saw again, the world in a different light<br \/>\nAnd discovered pleasures of the senses, so much to his delight<br \/>\nFood, sex, intoxication now filled all his days<br \/>\nUntil his failing health made him mend his ways<\/p>\n<p>Now what, he wondered as he started to discover<br \/>\nThe world seemed new again when his passions took over<br \/>\nNo, it wasn&#8217;t crack or weed that now gave him the high<br \/>\nMoney, power, success gave him a place in the sky<\/p>\n<p>The ecstasy unfortunately, only lasted a while<br \/>\nFor when he looked around now, he couldn&#8217;t find love for miles<br \/>\nSo after he had everything that money could possibly buy<br \/>\nHe thought only love could fill the emptiness inside<\/p>\n<p>He paid cash before, and now he paid in kind<br \/>\nHe thought he could buy the first love he could find<br \/>\nAlas, love cannot be bought, no matter what the token<br \/>\nAnd after all, promises and hearts are meant to be broken<\/p>\n<p>Crushed, defeated, he cried many days in pain<br \/>\nUntil it overflowed, through poetry, prose and paint<br \/>\nIn his sorrow he danced, he sang, till it started to fade<br \/>\nAnd he started to find joy pulling him out of the shade<\/p>\n<p>Slowly he started to experience the ecstasy in full swing<br \/>\nThe same high that food, money and love promised to bring<br \/>\nNow his journey had begun, and he started to realise<br \/>\nIt wasn&#8217;t the brush or the songs that brought him the highs<\/p>\n<p>No, it happened when he got in touch with that spark inside<br \/>\nStrangely going inwards, only made his horizons so wide<br \/>\nInside, he discovered a whole new world,<br \/>\nSo many pains, fears, wounds and feelings unfurled<\/p>\n<p>And he healed, and grew, as the dirt got washed away<br \/>\nThe mirror of his soul, was now as clear as day<br \/>\nHe knew now it wasn&#8217;t outside, that true bliss lay<br \/>\nGod was inside in his every cell, not far, far away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He opened his eyes to a brand new world And when the enchantment faded He trembled in sorrow and fear, For, his future seemed so jaded What did he know, how would he survive, These worries plagued his life But then he started to learn and grow And hard work resolved his strife The worries gone he saw again, the world in a different light And discovered pleasures of the senses, so much to his delight Food, sex, intoxication now&#8230;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"><a class=\"btn btn-default\" href=\"https:\/\/www.ashwita.com\/zen\/a-journey-called-life\/\"> Read More<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">  Read 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