Humanity hasn’t died, it merely sleeps beneath piles of selfies and unsolicited opinions.
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The Absolute Truth is that the I is perfect and complete. The real I is spiritual & therefore can never be less than perfect. The real I can never have any lack, limitations or disease. These phenomenon are held by the ego, the linear self.
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I caught your kiss; it hit me in the wind; it did not miss.
It was so alive, it has its own name.
I named it love, true love, the one I feel when you are near.
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“ You need an open mind to access imagination. You need imagination to access the enormity of the Divine. Linear life is a mechanism to collapse itself for this need to properly fruit, paradoxical as this may sound. When this occurs, imagination becomes reality and all that seems inanimate becomes animate”
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What of life? Life is the imposition of will, with any extent directives or tendencies dependent upon ones lineage, whether of the pack or the herd.
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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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"Love isn’t some neat little garden all pruned and predictable. It’s wild maybe crazy, messy, untamed, stubborn. It takes root in the strangest of places. It weathers storms and keeps on stretching, even when the world says it shouldn’t. This—this is that kind of love. My kind of love," - Daniel Henry Rodgers
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"Our lies can claim the moment, I say truth owns the future standing firm like a mountain against the tide. Deceit can paint a picture for a while, I say only truth can reveal the masterpiece beneath. The truth doesn’t demand our belief, I say it exists whether we choose to see it or not." - Daniel Henry Rodgers
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In the act of creation, we find ourselves In the weaving of words, we discover truth In the vulnerability of expression, we unearth beauty And in the sharing of our souls, we connect
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A laughing wheeze cackle from steam through the cracks felt beneath wimps feet.
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Indeed, the stars are yet studied as mysteries, no nearer -- in fact, many having traveled further away, out of sight. Enough of them always remaining for each of us to make new constellations of his own.
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If you are a high-profile person losing your own identity as a creature for self-pride or ego in this world, here is what to remember : the FIRST key helps you walk now, is not the skill how to walk, nor even that how strong your feet are, but having a surface as earth underneath your feet.
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Those who believe to be more intelligent than the rest of us are mere idiots, and nearly blind.
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Life is a mysterious journey, of shape-shifting, soul transforming conscious experiences -- Time and place are not nearly important as, quality of grace and love honed and hued.
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If the only human contact is the media, there won't be a feeling of closeness as when we are near; and this missing link deflects into our loneliness.
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People believe that you must be perfect to become successful. In reality it is the opposite; You must be successful to become near-perfect.
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Without GOD it is nearly..
With GOD it is really.
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"Never tie a knot in a Guinea Pig's tail"
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“Music is heard in the background. As the movement becomes sharper; the many dancers acting but as one. She is one with her secret. As the time draws near, the woman's body begins to push. With the rhythm of the music and the beat of the dancer's feet; her secret almost revealed.”
? Lisa C. Miller, Godly Inspirations For The Troubled Soul
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Don't overturn every stone to unearth a treasure: your fortune lies in your humbleness, not in your vanity.
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Christmas is for celebrating with those near and dear, the day that the world was kissed with God’s glorious gift.
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Nearing the end of my life I will not succumb to fear, but I will live in each moment with Love and Joy for each moment is eternal.
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There may be wrinkles on an elderly face, but beneath the skin there’s beauty and grace.
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We live in, and transverse, shadows of our own deception...let conscience be our alternative guide when light is dim and the voice of reason near silenced. God is no ventriloquist nor illusionist --
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On wars: "The good war, fighting evil near and far. Or for merchants of death for gold and more, and more." from the poem "Napalm in the Morning" by Max Burchett
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The waves of a lake are nothing more than the reflections of the voices calling out from beneath it.
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I shall wait my death in near future.
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Until we become one blended humanity, one devoid of all social/racial/religious/cultural injustices, one that universally shares a collective consciousness all for one, one for all that finally becomes the Human Race, we shall wander aimless in the waste of all millinea.
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He was sneaky for sure. Sneaky like a frisbee flying out of the dark.
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Keep the slanderer near you, build him a hut near your house.
For, when you lack soap and water, he will scour you clean.
—Kabir Das, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch (keywords/tags: home, water, Hindi)
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