Pain now does not come out from it's usual doors. It checks whether every other door is shut, it sits and waits for the rain but the last drops too have dried. Now the only way it can get rid of its weight is see the vast ocean of deeds and jump into it, not to be discovered by any other heart.
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Today Oedipalism is still rife in many families. And Oedipalism doesn’t mean sleeping with the parent of the opposite sex when an adult. In the vast majority of cases Oedipalism exists at the emotional and psychological level. Divinity does not approve of this extreme type of soul co-dependence. Any WHY does God not approve of this ? Because it means that the souls involved cannot move in independence back into HIS embrace.
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“Memories fade or are
relinquished like rose
petals from broken vases”
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In the vast tapestry of nature, every thread is a life, every life a story. To cherish and protect both the web and the weaver is to honor the true interconnectedness of all beings.
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A broken heart mends like a delicate vase, never quite the same, but more beautiful in its cracks.
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The sky is God's canvas, our lord is the greatest artist of them all.
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Like a Vesperian night,
shrouded in indigo and crimson,
the city's dark beauty seeps into my pores,
a madonna of mayhem,
her lovely visage a canvas of chaos etched in splendor and decay
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Addison Brooks
Dreams
"Stars are the dreams of the universe, scattered across a canvas, waiting to be deciphered by curious minds."
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"The stars are the ancient storytellers of the cosmos, their light spanning eons and vast distances to whisper the universe's tales to us." - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Piffle fills the stubborn brains of idiots. They prefer sticking to their creed rather than attest their pervasiveness.
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'Knowledge is not merely knowing facts, but the humility to acknowledge the vastness of what we don't yet understand.' - Aloo Denish Obiero
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The canvas of your soul waits. Dive deep, and find the masterpiece within.
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Doubts are pervasive...love is inclusive....
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Studying microbiology is delving into the vast realm of life's tiniest yet profound influencers—the silent revolutionaries shaping our world. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Books are timeless portals to infinite worlds, inviting us to explore the vastness of knowledge. - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Tum hara kana kahani sunaey mohini ki Jo apsara Sagar manthan sey nikal kar aaye thi kuch pata nahi Bajan kirtan karti ho mohini vas like hipnotice if in that he created lady avtar then why you need other people he takes Shiv and brama or any Devi
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Dawn indeed can be a new canvas, and self the artist....
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Poetry, is the tapestry of emotions woven with words. Each verse a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul, revealing the beauty and depth of human experience.
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Poetry is the language of the soul, a canvas where emotions paint their most vibrant hues. Each verse, a brushstroke, weaves a tapestry of feelings, thoughts, and dreams.
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The vast majority of us were raised to believe in some type of a greater good ; whether that being God, or any other faith to follow. Yet it seems the differences would ultimately lead to conflict, where the strength of fellowship would reach out with an overpowering embrace. This consolidation then leads to eventual dilation, where outlying extremes ferment towards a secular brew.
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Girls who ponder the depths of love without having taken the plunge are like artists, creating masterpieces in their hearts, waiting for the right moment to unveil their canvas to the world. Yet they shall not know that for every masterpiece there is always the boldest stroke which can make or break everything.
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"Fresh rain a gift it leaves, a blending of primary colors on a canvas of blue background. God's blessing."
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"Reality is a canvas, and we are the painters. We choose the colors of our existence and the brushstrokes that shape our destiny."
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And in my dream I am sailing the vastness of earth's waters, I am flying the wind at my back, the azure sky and moon above. With the freedom of nature all around me, I seek my true north.
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Power is in the hands so foolish men: we have seen the consequences and the devasting impact of war. Many empires have fallen, other empires will rise and upon our death, we can't even take our treasures locked in steel vaults.
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I do not consider myself a poet....simply
a creative thinker. In my opinion, my mind is a canvas of creativity when I'm writing.
These "poems" are usually about surrealism, dreams and nature.....they don't need to mean anything, just hope they sound good. Again, this is just my own opinion.
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And in my dream, I love the vastness of the ocean, the crisp wind, the azure sky above and the freedom of sailing true north.
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What could be more devastating than a piece of land.
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- Voraciousness in keenness make my wisdom vast,
The wisest of wisdom should be my true breakfast -
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"The possession of a vast vocabulary means nothing if the individual's intellectual comprehension if the subject is shinning."
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