Sentimentality Knows, The Day Will Come!
Oh, Dear Book of the Life that has been written by the Spirit. Do they not ponder to the Recite? Has it been from any other than The One, they would have found in it many discrepancies instead of refuge in the Shadow of your Wings.
Their Sentimentality misses you in expectation of The Dawn!
The Way like form is capable to provide to the attentive eyes meaning but a sentence that has sense is way more interesting than the rapid delivery of the definition of the reason in life, to have a beautiful evening is the worse tactic without further hesitation straightforward rush for the narrative as the essence passion of the time, so let me tell you, the healthy people expect to walk during the day to be vertical before become horizontal at night. So let it be for each of the times of the end of the world where the sea of the Dark in Silence is hugging the day through the moment tuned into the impossible task to describe or define in the recite of who we are even once when embraced in the dance of the light in a circle Where We Go When All that We Were Is Gone.
After all, Form - ousted from The Way, and The Way - ousted form for The Word.
Symbolical code is a core sooth of the narrative that sinks in multiple perversions of the perusal that were not capable to overcome their temptation to recognize themselves in a reader as it is.
After all, the truth wants you to acknowledge it on your own accord and bows your right to don't know in admiration of free will as a potential of the divine spark, the infinite creator even in the last of the "We Were is Near".
The Day Will Come, The Job Would get done and We all come as One in the Time of The We because we are all United in a One where our differences don't have discrepancies indeed though My Beloved Sinners, our variability unites us as what We Believe in We.
We believe in love and this is justified,
Until the light takes us all
And self-improvement is an illusion and deceit, -
We are what We are
And We are reflected in you, hello present moment.
The Love is the Law
The Law doesn't judge
In the Name of The Good.
The poet gives this world an interpretation in the language of the Gods, losing himself as a person through states, gaining signs of the eternal around us that Walking a tightrope from the forest to becoming a symbol of the culture planting the park in a present time. If you can recognize it in your reflection you are the lucky One made by the Word of Love that sees you.
The worst things in this world are done by those who are serious and for "good". The best things in this world are made by "jesters" insane for the sake of Love in the Divine sense. It seems the time has come to treat this world with a Shish Kebab out of the "righteous". It will be a Joke, you know that is way more interesting than The Joke. To the People that are way more interesting than the humans themselves. This world is a Divine comedy in the Sense of The Higher Love which is the highest law so above so beyond, till the light takes us all. Love Hell and you will appear in Heaven but at your own expense from now on.
It was about Freedom, not about Free Beer. Dear, it's hard to make gold out of copper and not to change fundamental things without climbing a tree, but everyOne wants to walk on water and not drown in a storm in the abyss.
Any "We the Nation" will be fooled by itself. Each "We Are The People" Will Keep the Divine Image. And the Choice isn't a problem anymore. But the Right to decide still can be an issue.
The approach from the infinite creator to the impossible task is more than one dimension.
Tell them, Touch not my anointed ones, and do not harm my prophets intensionally.
Ad Astra. To the Stars...
I'm not sure that in this world that is a prison and even something worse, there is happiness, it is replaced by the joy of passing along the path.
Personally, I am highly disappointed in people, I was dying nobody was there.
I think everything going to the point of the creation of the new state.
This state will abolish all the states of the world when they begin to merge into a solid gray mass.
Today's technology and situation make it easy to collect star seeds in one place and burn all the tares.
I guess people insult those who should not be touched. Man has stood in the way of the Gods for a very long time. They just had to go on strike so that this world would kill itself on its own.
Human has forgotten their place and who Elohim is.
I can give the meaning of life to any human in five minutes.
But people want money, power over their kind and to be worshiped. Hm, If someOne who is not prepared will take all of this.
It will kill this creature.
-So let it be.
If you tell a person the meaning of life, then half will have to be raised from their knees and half put on antidepressants, the person has no choice and people are slaves.
But people want money, power over their kind and to be worshiped. Hm, If someOne who is not prepared will take all of this.
It will kill this creature.
-So let it be.
If you tell a person the meaning of life, then half will have to be raised from their knees and half put on antidepressants, the person has no choice and people are slaves.
But people think that they are so smart and so wise. When they borrowed their wisdom from the wrong source. They aren't capable to admit even that they have free will and this is the reason why all of them will never win and will be the game of the light of someone else mind.
A smart human and a smart person are two different things. Sounds complex but it's actually simple. The time of the people is ending, and the time of the gods is beginning. There is no end of the Light, do not even hope.
-In other words?
The end of the world was never intended for this place in the way it is presented in popular culture.
It’s a typical conflict between Artist and Creator. That is supposed to be resolved by the Craft. That is highly appreciated and the moment of it is the time of the We. It is the weird manner to put up issues that give away as express things semi-taste of the unintentional interrogation in my Dream that doesn’t have enough enemies to be real among the stars that are shining with their glory and lack of thought.
If I once again hear from someone a poem about a lonely sail, then from the bottom of my heart I wish this person a blow in the face. I will blow out the candles on the cake of the day when I was born again, and I will go to the edge of the abyss, taking the wings of dawn to once again make sure that you are there too. Hello, my Present. Hello, present moment, and I am sealed in you. My body will again accept the bed biting the blanket with its teeth, and the soul will dissolve in sleep paralysis, once everything must end before I have time to give my soul to you. However, it will remain with me without leaving a trace of who I was until darkness and light lose each other in the dance.