We all wish we are lucky most of the time, but we all know how elusive luck can be. What is even more interesting is that, there are people who never believe in luck, or who believe in their subconscious that they can never be lucky. While these unbelievers may or may never be found ruing on their believes, there are people who boldly say “I make my own luck” Continue reading “A stroke of luck, by man or by God ?”
Seek me, seek me,
In the depth of thy mud,
Unearth me and see my marvel.
For I am the elusive philosopher’s stone and elixir of life.
I am the fruit of a regenerated inner life.
A rare treasure possessed only by a master.
Ohh thou of corruptible flesh,
How long will thou suffer and perish.
Break away from the bonds and fetters of this great illusion.
Make haste now to the crown, while there is little time left,
And enthrone the morning star.
Awaken the fiery serpent within you,
And behold thy soul illuminate.
Grasp tight the master key, least it slips away from thee,
And unlock with it, the mystery of all mysteries.
© Sebastian Enukorah..
Sometimes those we thought they moved on never really moved on. Buried deep inside their heart are treasures of brief magic moments you both shared waiting to be unearthed by providence.