When a person is in a certain state of spiritual ignorance They have no idea of the audacity of their requests and no concept of the abundance of blessings and Grace which they have already been bestowed with.
I am the beloved Yet I see myself from only within looking out And believe I am just the lover
Unchoosing to be both
In spite of, and thanks to my experience I believe in the moments where we are both the beloved
Those moments fade Into cool memories Cozy in my mind
Until they become stinging cold Like when my bare foot crunches down into the thin layer of snow halfway the drive to get the mail
Oh how it feels to be the lover Oh how it feels to be the loved The lover finds ecstasy in their beloved Why then must the lover expect anything from the beloved? Is the gift not in the experience of loving?
What is it to be desired If you do not know desire yourself?
What is the ultimate life All about? It is about being holy It is about being healthy It is about being happy It is about making things happen With tremendous magnitude And flowing smoothly In the right direction It is all about being effective And efficient in life
This poem talks about how to achieve ultimate success in our lives.
Loneliness, Emotional pain, walks with us through the day, and sleeps with us through the night, Tears that is not visible to the naked eye, silent screams that no one can hear, feeling of relentless distress, Trapped with nowhere to turn, life is changing beyond our control, someone else is pulling the strings, causing this deep ache in the bottom of our soul. but remember, for every soul there is a soul that touches yours – Be it the slightest contact – always there is a gleam of faith in the darkening sky; always there is a glimpse of brigther skies To brave the thickening ills of life; To make this life worthwhile.
Within my magic is me Within my spirit is my magic To be me is to be filled with the magic spirit I am a manifestation of the wiccan witch The gifts bestowed upon me come from the witches who gifted me the knowledge of the magical way to live & spiritual power to heal In there honor , I give my contribution to the witch's past I honor them when , I cast my spells and grow my magic so within my soul is the magic spirit that is me This wiccan witch
She's skinned in night portray. Only the light comprehend her. They said she's beauty, and power, for the treasures hidden underneath her skin, of no measure, she kin with pleasure. Her mind make her whom she was. Beauty beyond evil, beauty in the beholder's mind over ****** allurement Naked-beauty abide in heart.
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