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Angel of light
It's hard to see angels, although I stared at their photos for hours. Some people can see them without painting, and they will tell interesting stories. For example, guardian angels are all women, and I was not surprised when I found this. A born angel recruited from a young team takes care of every baby when he appears, while another angel, who is old but not cruel, helps dying people to leave this world without sadness or pain.
You can pray to angels, and they will listen, but I am told that the best way to summon them is to laugh. Angels respond to happiness because it is part of them. In fact, when people's minds are shrouded in anger or hatred, no angel can touch them.
Not all angels have wings-prophets say so-but those angels with wings can spread their golden feathers and cover the whole world. If you have eyes that can look directly at the sun, you will see an overwhelming angel presiding over it; A quieter person smiled from the moon's face.
Heaven used their whole life, that is, forever, to revolve around the throne of the creator and sing his praise. People with sharp ears heard it. They say that the harmony of the Angel Choir is extremely complicated, but the rhythm is very simple. "It's basically March now," an eavesdropper affirmed. For some reason, this fact is almost the best thing I have learned so far.
After a while, I felt lonely when I heard those angels that you couldn't see yourself. When an angel observer heard the news, she was shocked. "Didn't you see it?" She said. "But you have an angel in your heart. Everyone does. I can see it now. I thought you could, too. " "No," I said sadly. I asked what it looked like. "Does it look like me?"
"Well, yes or no," replied the angel observer mysteriously. "It all depends on what you think you are. Your angel is a little light perched in the center of your heart. It's smaller than an atom, but wait and see. Once you get close to it, your angel will swell. The closer you get, the longer it will be until finally, in a beam of light, you will see the true shape of your angel, and at that moment, you will see yourself. "
So now I've been looking for my angel. I sat quietly and stared inward. It wasn't long before I caught a glimpse of something. Angel, is that you holding the candle? It was gone in a flash. However, this is enough to make my heart beat wildly. Next time, my angel will wave a lamp, then hold the torch high and light a bonfire.
That's what the angel observer promised. Now that I have seen the glory, I know enough to believe it.
Are you listening?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Where do we come from?
Where are we going?
What's going on here?
Do you have an answer?
Immortality is my game.
I come from Elysium.
In bliss, I got support.
I returned to Elysium.
If you don't know by now,
What a pity.
Are you listening?
My body
Is the flow of energy.
In the long river of time
Billions of years have passed, and times have come and gone.
I appear and disappear.
Play hide and seek
instant
I am a particle.
I am the wave.
Rotating at lightning speed
I am a wave
That's the lead
Mera Haque
I am a scoundrel.
I am the action.
This is the contract
I am the Milky Way, the void of space
In one of the binary stars in our galaxy
I'm crazy.
I am a thinker, a thinker, a thinker.
I am the seeker, the seeker and the pursued.
I am dew, sunshine and storm.
I am a phenomenon, a field, a form.
I am the desert, the ocean and the sky.
I am my original self.
Between you and me.
Pure borderless consciousness
I am truth, existence and happiness.
In infinite expression, I come and go.
Play hide and seek
instant
But immortality is my game.
Eons pass
heart
I'm still
Still the same
I come from Elysium.
In bliss, I got support.
Dance with me.
Please join me now.
If you forget yourself,
You'll never know what to do.
This game is for fun.
At the bottom of the eternal sea
Stop the pain of this longing
Finish it.
Don't think, don't hesitate.
Bend back inside yourself.
Just create ... just create.
Immortality is my game.
I come from Elysium.
In bliss, I got support.
I returned to Elysium.
If you don't know by now,
What a pity.
Are you listening?
Berlin 1989
They hate the Great Wall, but what can they do? It is too strong to break through.
They are afraid of the Great Wall, but doesn't it make sense? Many people who tried to climb it were killed.
They don't trust the Great Wall, but who doesn't? No matter how long the peace talks dragged on, their enemies refused to dismantle any brick.
The wall smiled coldly. "I taught you a good lesson," it boasted. "If you want to build eternity, don't use stones. Hatred, fear and distrust are even stronger. "
They knew the wall was right, and they almost gave up. Only one thing stopped them. They remember who is on the other side. Grandmother, cousin, sister, wife. A lovely face eager to be seen.
"What happened?" Asked the wall trembling. Not knowing what they did, they looked through the wall and tried to find their dear ones. Silently, from one person to another, love continues its invisible work.
"Stop it!" The wall screamed. "I am going to collapse." But it's too late. A million hearts found each other. The wall fell down before it collapsed.
Boys and pillows
A wise father wanted to teach his little son a lesson. "This is a pillow covered with silk brocade and filled with the rarest goose down in this land," he said. "Go to town and see how much it can fetch."
First, the boy went to the market, where he saw a rich feather merchant. "How much did you give me for this pillow?" He asked. The businessman narrowed his eyes. "I'll give you fifty gold coins because I know it's really a rare treasure."
The boy thanked him and walked on. Then, he saw a farmer's wife selling vegetables by the roadside. "How much did you give me for this pillow?" He asked. She touched it and exclaimed, "How soft it is! I will give you a silver coin because I am eager to put my tired head on such a pillow. "
The boy thanked her and walked on. Finally, he saw a young peasant girl cleaning the steps of the church. "How much did you give me for this pillow?" He asked. She looked at him with a strange smile and replied, "I'll give you a penny because I can see that your pillow is hard compared with these stones."
The boy put the pillow at her feet without hesitation.
When he got home, he said to his father, "I have got the best price for your pillow." He took out a penny.
"What?" His father exclaimed. "That pillow is worth at least one hundred gold coins."
"This is what a rich businessman saw," the boy said, "but because of greed, he gave me 50 pounds. I got a better offer. A farmer's wife gave me a silver coin. "
"Are you crazy?" His father said. "When is a silver coin more valuable than fifty gold coins?"
"It was out of love," the boy replied. "If she gives me more, she can't support her children. But I got a better offer. I saw a peasant woman washing the church steps, and she gave me this penny. "
"You have completely lost your mind," his father said, shaking his head. "When is a penny more valuable than a silver coin?"
"When it is offered out of piety," the boy replied. "Because she is working for her master, his steps seem to be softer than any pillow. She is poorer than the poorest, but she still has time to see God. That's why I gave her a pillow. "
The wise father smiled and hugged his son, and murmured with tears in his eyes, "You are learning well."
Break free from bondage
All this hysteria, all this commotion
Time, space and energy are just a concept.
What we conceptualize is what we create.
All that I loved, all that I hated.
Where is the beginning and where is the end?
The arrow of time is so hard to bend.
Those broken promises, what do they mean?
Those love letters were never sent.