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SKILL

Skill is not always as it should be or what you think it is. There are hidden gifts inside the friction. There lies the way to a graceful life. You are not what you do: it then becomes a mirror to provide a higher learning in your evolutionary process.

 

Thus you are given a higher skill and levels grown in leaps and bounds. The zen garden expresses the essence of life and a highly perfected skill. Today as i sit by the wayside calling up the gardens of senses i view the placement of things in the garden of my soul. I see that it needs manicured. As my very thought is in action it arranges the action of self to suite my visions but is this reality?

 

I know there are billions of possible answers and come to the conclusion it is in perfect state as it was before i changed its placement. With in the desire for it to be perfected in my minds eye it gave a glow of deep scarlet in appreciation of the acknowledgment that my provider was perfect in all things.

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shekhinah-en-ka-mitt
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Nov 13, 2010
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Shekhinah En Ka Mitt (C) 10/2007

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