Prose-kmg

I wonder this morning, if I need constant reminding of how it can be. I'm drawn 
to sit in the sunrise, that's the gift, that comes when I remind myself over and 
over, with my books, bible, with my own remembering, that there is light shining 
that I just can't see unless I remember to look....now strong the pull of the 
soul within me to want to know, know what's imprinted within it as a system  it 
was part of that feels into its return.... Are the sufferings we create for 
ourselves the mimicking of what deaths foreshadowing is in living, to be brought 
into such pain that one must remember ?