Saturday, February 26, 2011

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Beauty of Silence soul

It transpires that the face, a kind of dignity, beauty, harmony of full implementation.
When the soul emerges from the physical aspects of a packet from this dignity, beauty, majesty, a majesty that comes from the Tabernacle. So even things that are of no particular beauty of a sense of timeless beauty, even the eternal beauty.


's so I saw some faces go from one extreme to another, in a flash leaked this sense of DIGNITY' DIVINE BODY . And then, suddenly, the perception of the obstacle, the difficulty, the GUILT DELL'INDEGNITA ': then here is the sudden appearance of deformation, a kind of decomposition of features! Just a moment, he changes from one extreme to another! A sort of ugliness OF TORMENT OF DEGRADATION (just what religions have called "TORMENT OF SIN" ). Also features beautiful and harmonious in themselves become horrendous.
I HAVE SEEN SO FAR AS IT IS HORRIBLE sense of sin. WHERE DO (the sense of sin) BELONGS TO THE WORLD OF LIES .




Those who live according to its nature, its truth must best sleep THE WAY to make use of things. If one lives by the truth of his being, things did not need to learn, but knows and makes them spontaneously, following the inner laws.
TRUTHFULLY IF ONE FOLLOWS ITS NATURE, sincere and spontaneous, and 'a Divine Being .


But from the moment he begins to think, sees himself acting, begins to talk, then you find sinful. It 's the man's mental CONSCIOUSNESS that filled the whole nature of the idea of \u200b\u200bsin and all the misery that such an idea brings.
The animals are not at all unhappy in a human way, except those who live in cont act with the man.

Extracts from "The agenda of Mother"


Saturday, February 19, 2011

Coughing Up Green Mucus Balls




Silence.
Dew Spring
down from my eyes on your hands
Night Whispers
that invade the mind
dumb in verse dedicated to you.
Silence
talking, crying
through my eyes to you,
imaginary desert oasis
water inaccessible to the thirst of my mouth.
first rays of sun in the morning
penetrating
bully
between the shutters of my thoughts when I catch myself
imagine yourself as you were,
as you are,
as would have been if the snow,
with its silence, had not held
the heat of a dance
prohibited ..
As the storms and hurricanes
devastating passage of a mirage
just mentioned,
faded with time,
extinct in the clouds ... Those same clouds
we admire the sunset
an afternoon
summer
between fields of wheat ....
Silence
wobbly on me
to cause
dreams and melancholy
handfuls of confused thoughts
fast,
light as a feather .. As the clouds
fickle
raises bitterness and nostalgia.
find yourself longing for the invisible, nonexistent
even when you possess
in my perverse and wrong
fantasy.