I talked to you tonight
And even over the phone
You force it all to disappear
And it becomes us all alone
No other people or problems
Nothing but us exist then
Floating on a cloud with you
Earth feels as if its heaven
How is it you're able to do this
To me it's fully a mystery
There's nothing but your love
In life that can sustain me
Part one
Earth in sanskrit meaning
To give a meaning of a subject is design "
Thank you All I'm really happy with the world I hope you love the "DESIGN ABILITY OF FUNCTION"
ANTLOAK
RISHI TANTRACHARYA AGHORI MHABHARAMNAD
(DESIGNER)
OM JAGDISH BAJANTRI
Part two
sincerely thank all of you for standing by me.
I wish to say that without your support, this research could never have been completed.
Therefore, this heritage of three generations now belongs to you.
One who does not know the truth should seek guidance from the wise and the knowledgeable.
The meaning of Earth – Antloak
My blessings are with you all.
Rishi Tantracharya Aghori mhabharamnad
Om Namah Shivaya
Om Jagdish Bhajantri"**
I am grateful for the ability to dance…
even though my dancing’s weak…
because dancing is one of the best ways I know
to allow my heart to speak.
I am grateful for the ability to learn about others…
in a world filled with my sisters and brothers….
Because when I learn about another person…
who they are, how they live…where the dwell
It’s amazing but at the same time
I learn more about myself as well
Who is disabled?
Is it me, or is it you?
Should disability be based
On an anatomical stock-take,
Or based on what you can do?
For I can climb mountains,
I can soar through the sky,
And I can slay dragons,
With just a blink of an eye,
I can overcome barriers,
Fight against impossible odds,
Ignore patronising glances
And condescending nods.
So who is disabled?
Is it me, or is it you?
It is completely subjective,
It’s just your point of view…
Don’t see only our disabilit-ease,
Don’t deny us basic facilit-ease,
Don’t ignore our many abilit-ease,
Don’t compound our varied difficult-ease,
Deal head-on with the harsh realit-ease.
You never know what life has in store,
You may fall one day and rise no more,
You may join our ranks, afraid, unsure,
You may write words to plead; implore.
We are not an alien race,
We have a voice, we have a face,
We have our part to play; a place.
Let us join life’s lively dance,
Let us have an equal chance.
Pl- ease.
We have the ability to forgive—
Like wind that moves through trembling leaves,
It asks no permission,
It seeks no reply,
It simply flows, unseen.
Forgiveness is a hush in the heart,
A candle in the night—
Flickering, but alive.
It softens sharp voices,
And turns hard faces into water.
It is the hand that lifts the stone,
Then lets it go.
It is the quiet sun that breaks the storm,
It is the flower that still grows
In broken ground.
We have the ability to forgive—
A gift as deep as love itself.
Today I’m grateful as I age a little every day
no matter how old I seem
that I have never in my life
lost my ability to dream.
He,
Lives too far to drive to.
Lives in outer space.
Isn’t ashamed.
I could be more ashamed.
But earth is bad enough.
I want to drive to outer space.
The depth of space is nice.
I have enough to do here on earth.
Everything here has depth.
But a deep, howling depth.
Outer space is just dark and filled with holes.
For no reason.
He is not disabled.
He lives so far, it’s as if he moved just because he could.
Away.
I-
Live on earth.
I hate driving into town.
I promise, I don’t need anything.
Being ashamed is some harmless thing.
Like wormholes and science fiction.
There’s nothing,
To do.
I am ashamed.
I would live on an asteroid if it was possible.
It has nothing to do with my old friend.
Who isn’t disabled.
He has the ability to go to space.
He has the ability to survive in the vacuum.
He has the ability to leave someone like me.
I guess anyone could.
He went to college for four years.
I guess that’s how we’re different.
He isn’t disabled either.
Or ashamed.
Today I’m grateful I have a face
a place for my smile to wear…
and for all the people in my life
with the ability to keep it there
Today I’m grateful for being created with the ability to remember.
The ability for my heart, my soul and mind to see.
For nothing is ever lost to time
that can be stored inside a memory
I am grateful for all the abilities I’ve been born with
too many to count…it seems
but today I’d like to single one out…
my ability to dream.
Today I’m grateful for my ability to read
It has allowed me to discover truths
to think for myself
and for my imagination to be freed…
And though I don’t always agree with ever word
and may or may not choose to heed them….
I rejoice I have been blessed
with the ability to read them.
God gave us ability to create crimes.
Each one of these are breaches of laws.
Breaches have been assigned penalties.
Penalties are designed to be equally applied.
Penalties are to prevent crimes from occurring.
Trump was convicted of felonies 34 times.
Therefore, Trump has been a convicted felon.
Convicted felons cannot either be successfully
vetted or pass a National Agency Check (NAC)
by Office of Special Investigation (OSI).
He cannot join the military, cannot be able to
vote or ever be able to receive a security clearance.
He is in violation of Declaration of Independence,
Constitution and Amendments and Articles of
Confederation.
These items were created to prevent a person
from being President of the United States (POTUS)
and should properly be enforced.
Let no one pressure
or exert tension
on you mentally and more.
Let no one restraint
Or put you on detection
It's jail, break free.
Let go of others burdens
Your demands over theirs
But always show empathy.
Support but freely
Without stressing
Don't strain your ability.
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