The discretion of maturity is the iridescence of perspective.
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Know the difference between oppression & suppression. Oppression is overt, can easily be identified & “conquered”. Suppression happens in subtle realms of consciousness, is subconscious or unconscious. Many sophisticated, educated masculines, are involved in suppression of feminines for fear of descending into subconscious realm to unshackle masculine domination/control there. Unless we recognise how this suppression is exercised to retain egoic selves, we remain trapped in humanity’s prisons.
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The many times I have tried to fool God one would think by now I had learned. No escaping Karma.
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“Men, when enthrall’d by the puissant tide of their own affections, are oft but humble clay, unshapen and earthbound; yet they who stand apart and behold such passions with contemplative eye are transmuted into poets. For thus it hath ever seem’d to me that the most guiding and heaven-breathed literature of the world descendeth unto us not in common speech, but array’d in the measured raiment of verse.”
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Sometimes a person's silence is enough to describe the emotions of his heart ------- people who feel your silence can feel your pain , and who cannot ,you know what they'll never gain.
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Any escape from reality to make you feel better is indeed a drug. November 2025.
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We must make sad descisions in order to get happy outcomes. October 2024.
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One look at Chicago makes you think it descended from giants. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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“I disappear not to escape people, but to return to myself.”
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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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