"Find the 'Other I' within - that's God/Allah/the Nameless."
"Humanity is the only true faith - all scriptures whisper this."
"Skin-deep equality fools. Soul-deep equality liberates."
"Stop wandering aimlessly - go to the connoisseur. Then you'll know if you're glass or diamond."
"Protest selflessly. Self-interested rebels become tomorrow's tyrants."
"God dwells not in hollow religiosity but in our conscience - His true throne."
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“But my brain is so hollow, and Death is like a swallow, fluttering around its little nest that is me. Through my brain, through my reality.”
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One can speech,
one can preach,
one can holler
and screech --
But only love
can teach....
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Happiness is always there, you can always find it in the cracks of that hollow cave of darkness.
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People in Hollywood, love em or hate em, gotta give them for being so good in acting, they've fooled even themselves.
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All the dull hollow clamor has died
and what was contained,
removed,
reproved
adulation or sentiment,
left with the pungent darkness
as remembered as the sudden light.
('The Locker' by Michael R. Burch)
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It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.
#dhaneshwardutt
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The truth was buried in the family garden, back in 1984.In 2005, I returned to exhume what was hidden. Only to find myself being enclosed by dark, cloaked figures. Aware of snarling voices describing the shame I had inflicted. Hands Grabbing me by my throat. Hurled into a shallow grave. Wailing desperately like a banshee for my release. Inhaling soil, losing each breath. Rasping for air, suffocating in hollow ground. Buried alive alongside my childhood trauma, Laid deceased in a premature grave.
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Trust your heart and your mind will follow, trust your mind and your heart goes hollow
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Hollow, the canyon speaks volumes
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The Good man is not wholly unhappy neither had the fool a thorough enjoyment
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I'm back from my voyage to the Appalachian Mountains. My last stop was near a little town called Martin. This valley is called a"holler," and being there was a real heartbreaker. Myself and a few other Veterans were volunteering for a great company called The Christian Appalachian Project.
There is so much more I would like to share with you, but remembering those families and children who live in complete poverty brings tears to my eyes. I am posting a poem about my service there.
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A womb, a wallet, a wedlock and a war are bound to deliver a man, money, melancholy and misery. Thus soon they will be hollow.
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