It is a call
of service and
to serve.
Iron the clothes
between the
golden cross and
the rose with
blue curtains.
The sacred sceptre
lies in the
center of the
sacred alter
of which only
the chosen is
allowed to approach.
Approval of the
temple guardians
are required to
access the alter.
Many have been
afflicted and slept
because of
disobedience.
Approach the castle
of life with
square and trowel
to work and serve,
and love enough to
be embraced into
the fold of
the Heirophants,
highly dedicated
and consecrated.
Do you hear
the call of
the divine deep
within your soul,
then answer
the call of
the spirit with
sublime gratitude
to serve.
Not looking back,
Ever!
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Life is like
an egg,
simple and
extraordinarily
beautiful.
But first ask
yourself what gain
has living in
the past
brought you.
Except for the
euphoria or
pain and anxiety
it brings.
All are illusions.
Sometimes you
understand without
knowing and sometimes
you just know
without understanding.
All depends on
the platform of
individual comprehension.
In this present moment,
be awakened.
Waisting a lot
of time catching
your breath from
struggles of the past,
and anticipating of
the future you
have not previously
prepared for,
instead of living
fully in the
present moment.
There is no
right or wrong
perception,
both are alright.
It is still
your choice.
Life has an
explanation for existence,
that's the whole
mystery buried in
the present moment.
Like a dream,
it becomes elusive
when you can't
decipher or find
it operational in
your present moment.
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Don't bring
up yesterday,
it is dead.
It died when i
left it's presence.
I live right
here in this
present moment.
Deal with me
as i come
to you as
our morning.
Care for me
as you feel
the urge at
this present time.
This is who
i am now,
it is what i am,
i offer it
at the alter
of your heart
as it is
at this moment.
I am not
in my past,
it doesn't
exist anymore,
i do not
live there.
I moved on.
I've metamorphosed
into a
different being.
The past does
not return,
the rest of
my life will not.
I'm no longer
available in
that network.
I refuse to
be the sinner
you want
me to be.
You have a
choice to either
delete it or
live with the
burden of the
garbage of the past.
It is your choice.
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Casualty of love
is a terrible
and unbearably
unfortunate thing.
A circumstance
that can happen
to naive
unsuspecting ones.
A situation that
can be avoided.
A vibrant hot
stone that can
be hurled at
a distance.
Like a javelin
thrown in a battle,
so can it
pierce the heart.
It's brokenness can
break the spirit
and cast a
spell to jinx
your love life.
Heart attack
of the coward
to wound a
heart in love.
To ****** and
abuse the one
whose sole intent
is to make
you happy is
the way of
a sadistic ****.
To hurt the
heart where the
spirit dwells is to
offend the gods.
The cupids will
haunt you down
with hot oil
poured over their
arrows tip dipped
in fire to
pierce your body.
All disappointments
in love hurts
so bad you
can actually feel
the physical pain.
The promise
and fail,
the artful deceptions
of a crafty
cunning lips
whose mouth is
full of lies.
But all of
these ***** and
is disgusting.
It surely has
consequences too,
that can definitely
not be forgotten.
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Beauty,
such as
weathering keeps
all things clearly
in sight as
every flower blooms.
Yellow
chrysanthemums
are in full bloom
displaying their beauty
with other flowers.
The season just
began,
so bright and
beautiful with the
birds chirping away.
Their songs of
praise heard in
our yard garden.
The beautiful morning
sun is out,
already shining,
as if smiling
down with greetings.
Watching the flowers
opening up to
greet the day
with love is
amazing and awesome.
I stood in
sublime solemnity,
awe and reverence
to welcome the
new dawn emerged.
The sky is
subtly infused with
so much energy
you can
actually feel it.
And the trees
also wants to
stay still but
the wind will
not let it.
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I can feel
the pain and
vibes of our
people and nation.
I see their
suffering and
humiliation.
I can sense
their anger.
I know their
helplessness.
I also have
a taste of
the sour soup
as my dinner.
I know what
it feels like
to be rich
yet so poor.
To be thirsty
in the midst
of so much water.
What can i
say about the
people who were
massacred in numbers
at their own
backyard because of
their own garden.
I'm speechless to
describe the
hopelessness felt
at the sights
of those horrendous
moments that i
can't help myself
but weep.
It is that bad,
because the problem
of that problem
is the problem.
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What you only
needed is just
five minutes of
peace when your
body is infested
by those itchy
crazy worldly
worms crawling
all over when
they come.
Just listen to
your heart beats,
they tell you
that you are
still alive.
Listen to
yourself instead
of the world
and your problems
if you just
want to peace
out a bit.
Why are chickens
so much more
than brain birds.
Chickens,
like many
other animals,
are resplendently
different from
one another.
They can be
therapy birds,
worried mothers,
helpful friends,
impressive memorizers.
The clear capsule
start dissolving
as soon as
it is immersed
in a quiet
pool water.
So are your
problems dissolved
in thin air
when you let
them go.
Cease to worry
about those things,
they are like
ants that crawls
all over you
when you make
a softened butter
creamed with sugar
and paste on your
skin as cream.
It's just a
party dance invitation
to the ants.
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