Truth doesn’t descend from above; it unfolds from below.
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We will always fail in our efforts to escape the ravages of history for it is written in our own hand.
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Those eagerly awaiting VR in order to escape their real world limitations will soon discover that VR is a brutal proponent of reality.
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Escape from personality, into personality -- a poem, in one way or another, is always personality -- If it comes out of us, it is personality -- either near-local...nearer God...or the Devil.
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Since birth till death , struggle can not be escaped
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Writing is but an escape for the soul,
freeing our passions making us whole
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I went out looking for you and got lost
Ran a marathon and fell a step short,
In my once fiery heart I now find frost
In this world the devil is the best escort.
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PONDERING ON THE SCRIPTURES: A symbol of the soul relying upon the Higher Nature which is Within. " The words of The Christ should be considered further in connection with the General Character of the Gospel according to St. John" For the character of that narrative is not Historical, but Spiritual, not Descriptive of the outward forms of the church, but the Inner Life of the Soul
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Demons have escaped from Hell to destroy our beautiful planet, hurling their vengeance towards God. Their shallow vanity earned them punishment: the exodus from Paradise. Whatever they plot, they won't be successful.
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"How all people are tiny,"
The footbridge said.
Nobody was seen,
neither my father,
nor my mom,
not even the longest night of the year,
whose length is the tallest---Yalda night.
"All aged as a dot,"
plane's window said.
My eyes ache
to watch all these tiny black points,
I said,
and stupid ophthalmologists
still prescribe me glass
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Death is the final destination of all beings. I have never seen any escaped alive, not even saints. Eternal life is the goal.
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no matter how much you use a dictionary to describe your grief, no one can ever truly feel what you felt
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It's only when we start walking, we realise that journey is indeed more beautiful than what we seek as destination. The fact is that, when it rains, vibrant umbrellas come to rescue. When we slip, holding hands clutch sturdy. When we rise, the fireflies surround to make the win a legacy....... It's all in the journey.
I am glad, I am blessed.... I am walking. I am glad, I am blessed..... Angels surround me.
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Perfect is a word to describe a person or thing that we look up to or that is pleasing to the eye. Nothing is truly perfect. The same is said in Romans 3:10-12.
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The bible speaks of clay...I guess, made of sand-castles, eventually washed away by tide would work in the same context. Fortunately, body is only our carriage of descent, carrying substance of Spirit-omnipotent.
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When asking to describe the size of something during a telephone repair support
I would say
"Is it bigger than a bread box?"
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When humanities voice, cries to rejoice...
Then the poet describes, a critical view to different tribes.
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Like a welcome interlude, silence rescues me from the exhaustion of the constant demands of daily life. As a soothing massage to an aching body, she cradles me in your her and restores my body and soul.
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No one escapes their words. Like spiderwebs and flypaper. Eternal entanglement.
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Sometimes love is not next to being a lover,for to reach her you have to escape from yourself
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In the profound trenches where our verdicts dwell,
Cryptic truths cloak themselves in silent tide.
Yet, through the majestic dance of redemption's spell,
An incandescent love unfolds, an illuminating guide.
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Fé;
é a luz que pulsa
na escuridão,
uma estrela guia
no coração.
A fé é uma força
silenciosa,
incansável,
a mover montanhas,
a nos tornar
capazes de
fazer com pouco
Mais e Mais
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The existence of God is neither provable nor disprovable by science but only by personal experience. Science can only describe the natural world, but not the supernatural one. God is the source and the end of all existence, the ultimate mystery and the ultimate meaning.
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I can be faithful, in the bible well read, yet feel profound sorrow and isolation. Transcending comfort gotten from absorption of divine text, we are creatures of inescapable human frailty. That is what separates us from God...and endears us to God.
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I fear we will never escape the paradise that we so gently have fallen into.
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Intoxication
Gin and coke to numb the pain.
Intoxication makes the dreams go away.
Alcohol a mask a temporary escape.
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"When she lifts the flushed rose to her blushed rubescent lips, the curtains of the heavens began to lift" - Aurias Reminiscence
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KNIGHT-ERRANT A symbol of the Christ Soul or Indwelling Self, a Wanderer and Saviour in the Lower Nature, rescuing the Higher emotions from captivity to the Lower Desires and Vanquishing the Oppressors of the Virtues
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It is an ultimate joy to know your potential.
The great agony I don't wish even to those who chose to be my enemies, is to be swaying back and forth like the waves of the sea,
Escorting others to reach their dreams.
Rather stay back and reach out to that inner child within who once had a dream.
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They will never get their lives back.
Their parents will never get their kids back.
And there are many more who will never get their limbs back. Many more who will never get their sanity back. You say that you will Never Forget...
but you already have.
Elisa A. Escalante- LCSW/ OEF Vet
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