lost

I try to think of things to say but nothing comes, and if something did come I probably couldn't say it. This is my great obstacle, the biggest of all the boulders littering my path. In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thought. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

Great battles that prevail in actions had been won or lost earlier in thoughts. When the mind resists change, it__ in vain the legs chase it!

Thomas had no concept of time as he went through the Changing.It started much like his first memory of the Box__ark and cold. But this time he had no sensation of anything touching his feet or body. He floated in emptiness, stared into a void of black. He saw nothing, heard nothing, smelled nothing. It was as if someone had stolen his five senses, leaving him in a vacuum.Time stretched on. And on. Fear turned into curiosity, which turned into boredom.Finally, after an interminable wait, things began to change.A distant wind picked up, unfelt but heard. Then a swirling mist of whiteness appeared far in the distance__ spinning tornado of smoke that formed into a long funnel, stretching out until he could see neither the top nor the bottom of the white whirlwind. He felt the gales then, sucking into the cyclone so that it blew past him from behind, ripping at his clothes and hair like they were shredded flags caught in a storm.The tower of thick mist began to move toward him__r he was moving toward it, he couldn__ tell__ncreasing its speed at an alarming rate. Where seconds before he__ been able to see the distinct form of the funnel, he now could see only a flat expanse of white.And then it consumed him; he felt his mind taken by the mist, felt memories flood into his thoughts.Everything else turned into pain.

When we feel lost in time, with only shadows of the past living in our mind; when the moment, which __as", no longer "is_ and when only silence remains, loads of questions arise. We can cry a river or we may wonder: __hat went wrong?

When our mental functioning is whittling away and our mind becomes a lame duck, perception does not form the context anymore and all connections on the social chessboard are conked out. Only patience and endurance may draw us out of the quagmire of numbness and allow us to tear open the cloudy screen that is hiding our points of __nterest_ and __ttention_, so long as we focus on the __ingular moments_ and the __ppealing details_ in our life. Awareness can help us shape a comprehensive picture for a functional future. ("Lost the global story.")

There is nothing to be lost by experimenting with the sickened human mind and body.

How can I be strong when I do not know my own mind? I am lost.""That's not true. You are not lost. It's just that your own thoughts are being kept from you, or hidden away. But the mind is strong. It survives, even without thought. Even with everything taken away, it holds a seed-- your self. You must believe in your own powers.

Enclosed within the tyranny of our minds and there is where we are lost.

The family watched It's a Wonderful Life, which is a very beautiful movie and all I could think was why didn't they make a movie about uncle Billy?...Because he was a drunk and fat and lost all that money in the first place. I wanted an angel to come down and show us how uncle Billy's life had meaning

I'm looking at the ruins of my own existence and knowing, with a sickening certainty, that my old home and my old life have been truly destroyed.

We are all lost, so lost, vulnerable and insecure. We are separated from love at birth, we are separated from God, from each other. All we want, all we yearn for is to connect.

Maybe family were the people who came looking for you when you were lost.

If GOD had a milk carton, would your face be on it?

It is man who forsake is Maker.

I thought you were gone forever, I thought you__ walked away from everything, because I failed, because I destroyed the only thing that ever mattered to me. I waited for you to come, but you didn__.

Journey leading to just an end is better lost on the way. Who knows you would explore the real destination.

Mistasinon stood as the music of life flowed around him, the instrument of his agency muted.

Ay, you've already seen that you and your master aren't quite at home in this world, at least not like before.' Terence nodded slowly. 'It'll only get stronger, too,' Robin continued. 'Soon you'll find yourself looking into people's eyes to see if they've been there. And once you find someone who has, you'll greet him as a long-lost friend and take him to your heart.