One Sided Picture

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Deep shadows of the dark
The only way to the past
Unknown mysteries here I see
Printed marks beside the street

Wickedness is masked & disguised
Faith laughing at my sight
Finding light too far to reach
Want to fight hard & feel the breeze

Asking myself what’s the meaning of my life
Standing on the doors of my conscience
Seeing the truth inside my soul
Fine winds taking me across the shore

To a place where hope never dies
You will see the truth in my eyes
Faded pictures will come to life
All the blessings in disguise.

Light Of Heart

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Some hearts darkens, let some light in,
Open windows for forgiveness, let it be cleansed,
And let it be sealed with the Truth of the Soul.

Sail To New Wonders :)

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“I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,
that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted,
and the time come to take shelter
in a silent obscurity,
but I find that thy will knows no end in me,
and when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart,
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.”

~ Rabindranath Tagore

Moving Water — Rumi

Something very deep & profound.

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When  you do things from your soul, you feel a river
moving in you, a joy.
When actions come from another section, the feeling
disappears.  Don’t let
others lead you.  They may be blind or, worse, vultures.
Reach for the rope
of God.  And what is that?  Putting aside self-will.
Because of willfulness
people sit in jail, the trapped bird’s wings are tied,
fish sizzle in the skillet.
The anger of police is willfulness.  You’ve seen a magistrate
inflict visible punishment.  Now
see the invisible.  If you could leave your selfishness, you
would see how you’ve
been torturing your soul.  We are born and live inside black water in a well.
How could we know what an open field of sunlight is? Don’t
insist on going where
you think you want to go.  Ask the way to the spring.  Your
living pieces will form
a harmony.  There is a moving…

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Ashes & Flame [Complete]

 

The ashes were on flames again
But with hope of the burn again

They couldn’t catch the fire
as there was nothing left.

But the hands & sleeves caught fire
Burning with the rising pain

It was silenced in the end..
With sand that lay there.

The door of secrecy unlocks
A glance of future, it holds

Tears burns the heart and soul
A prayer that never comes, finds its way through the door

What He saves, is the safest of all
All the ashes were then all gone.

Magic In Books

One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person -perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millenia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time.

~Carl Sagan

“Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”

― G.K. Chesterton

“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”

~C.S. Lewis

At Time Of Dread

Whenever evil befalls us,
we ought to ask ourselves, after the first suffering,
how we can turn it into good. 
So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, 
to raise perhaps many flowers. 
 
~Leigh Hunt