There was once a parable,
an earthly story
portraying a message that would
be told in reference of our life:
A sower goes out to sow some seeds.
However, there were some seeds
fell on the wayside, and
were swallowed up by the birds.
Yet, some seeds fell next to the ricks,
but there was not enough earth
to keep the growth of the plant-
so, when the sun came out
the seeds were scorched from the earth
with minimum growth,
but without the roots
to carry on its growth process.
Yet, some seeds were placed in the thorns;
so, those seeds were choked by its death.
The last sower was able to find good land,
where seeds would grow to a hundred fold.

There is a mission:
When God asks us to plant seeds,
we are asked to have the oil with us.
Without the right concentration,
there are concerns of thorns
who can choke you up.
Because the thorns are sharp and dangerous,
only God has the power to devour
or to destroy them.
A thorn is stubborn, and will continue to process
threats of no promise, but the cuts it can process.

Some thorns can be hidden,
while a red rose blooms beautifully
on the branches of a rose bush,
there is no reason to believe-
the thorn bush wants you
to grab the beautiful rose
to dig into your skin
the anger it holds
for you.

Hence we have the earth to produce God's mission,
but without the oil and concentration,
there are only rocks that will go nowhere.
Yes, unless you plan to move the rocks out
of the way, those things will always remain.
Only God has the power to remove the
blockages out of our lives to make
success in His mission, not our own.
Rocks also causes pain. They are
heavy, stubborn to move, and are often in the way.
When dealing with rocks,
their mission is to block the truth
blind us for which what is said is to be
hypocritical to the naked eye.
However, what the rocks do not know,
they may block our message from reaping,
but God can remove that rock,
placing them where they will work better.
The rocks are the most stubborn for sending
a message when the rock says,
"Here I am try to move me,"
however, if you remove a rock from its place,
they too have a purpose, and knocks the
whole scenario outta-kilta.
The situation is that while seeds could grow,
they die off very quickly without roots.

The question is:
Does it take a brain surgeon
to help us decide where to plant seeds?
Do we need to express the dangers
of rocks and thorns?
Where do we lay our hearts?
Is our hearts in the thorns, being tangled and sliced-
or is our hearts being crushed by rocks?
Is our oil being dripped by the holding back of thorns,
or are the rocks dying the oil up?
Our hearts need to sow where there is promise.

Quand je pense à une personne,
Je pense que du bonheur
dû à moi par un autre.
Qu'est-ce que l'amour universel peut
ce soit dans mon esprit?
Suis-je faire une imagination
encore d'un amour illicite,
ou est-ce vrai cette fois?
Tout ce que je cherche
est un cœur de bonheur,
tant qu'il est commun
que ce qui est le point?
Bientôt il y aura un jour,
pas ce jour,
mais un jour viendra
quand je vois mes amis fidèles
dans les yeux de mon propre.
Est-ce que l'amour a toujours
un endroit négatif sur mon cœur,
ou était-ce la malédiction qui
ce cœur jamais trouver l'amour
sauf si il est vrai amour?
Sonne comme mon contrefaçon
dit de faire un cœur de bonheur.

When I think of a person,
I think of the happiness
owed to me by another.
What universal love can
this be in my mind?
Am I just make an imagination
again of a illicit love,
or is this true this time?
All I am looking for
is a heart of happiness,
as long as it is mutual
than what is the point?
Soon there will be a day,
not this day,
but a day will come
when I see my true friends
in the eyes of my own.
Does love have always be
a negative spot on my heart,
or was that the curse that
this heart never find love
unless it was true love?
Sounds like my counterfeit
says to make a heart of happiness.

The definition that is
always misconstrued
with three levels of Love.
Sounds to me that
with different meanings
and no commonsense
it does not take brain surgeon
to diagnose the convict here.

In my understanding, metaphors,
and symbolism, there is no chance
to distinguish between two loves:
the purity and the selfish.

There was once a man
with a coat of many colors
who was stripped and cursed at,
because they were jealous
of their father loving him more than them.
That was not until this man
became a person whom they needed
to depend on during a famine-
still not sure how this boy-
who became a man-
would react to their needs back at home.

The is the parable of the prodigal son-
sometimes we wonder how many
times do we take what we want-
and never remember what we need,
but yet, when we begin to
understand, one can come back
and feel the presence of home
instead of eating the food of pigs.

There is no precious story
than the one to accept
the Universal Love with understanding.
How hard is it to realize the life
of self deception and delusional thoughts,
which keeps one under the curse
of self depreciation-
learn to understand that love is not only self,
but that it is a Universal Love.

There was three individuals whom
were blessed with talents.
There was one who had 10 talents
for which these talents were
blessed and used,
while another individual had five.
Those talents were blessed and used.
There was one individual
who had one talent, suppressed it,
and hid it in the ground,
until the day the Lord has come.

The next day, a certain man came to
make inventory of their talents.
The first man, said he was blessed with
ten talents where there were
twenty seeds sowed.
The next man came and stated that
his five talents were blessed with
five more talents.

However, the man who hid his talent,
told the man, he had hid his talent,
because he was afraid that he would
lose it.
Suddenly, the man suggested
that the talent be given to the
other who has ten talents,
and that the ways of your servants
was not to follow me.

The man went along his own way
with no reaping, and a hidden talent.
When one is scared to follow the
true path for which is
met to be, we risk the buried talent.