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#humanlove
Above and beyond its manifest colours, is the hottest part of the flame. Patiently, and with trust, bring the sacred frankincense within your heart to the invisible fire, and it will be ignited in this most intense heat. That is the searing power held only by Divine Love. It is thus that human love is purified, gains dignity of purpose, in the arms of the magnificent, all-encompassing love of God.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
Sacred Love, Embodied
PeoplearePeople I am hear right now Sitting in front of my table While thinking of the possible content of my writings I wanted to write about romantic love But it seems my heart is so empty and uninspired Empty because I don't have any Uninspired because I can see brokeness in most of the people around me I also thought of writing about human love Which I thought I have But as I type each and every words There's a drop of water that came out from my eyes And yes, it was my cries Cries because of human lies I tried to stop what I wanted to write And just let the kindness reign But the honesty inside of me starts to scream and start asking How could they kept on smiling at me, when it's me whom they killing? As I wiped my tears I have realized something That PeopleArePeople is not just a stuff brand But people are people, who will give you pain But this I promise to myself That you People can never hurt me again
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
PeopleArePeople
bodies to bodies heartbeats to heartbeats reach for human warmth a simple momentary distraction
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
ashes to ashes
The world's colors fade behind cold bars, Human hearts trapped beneath silent scars. Joy once bloomed in gardens we once knew, Now shadows stretch where love withdrew. chains unseen hold down fragile dreams, Hopes's soft whisper lost in hollow screams. W e wear our cages deep in the blind, Invisible prisons that blind and bind. Once life was painted in warm embrace, Now cold silence strips the human face. Eighteenth and nineteenth centuries' glow, had softer hues beneath the sorrow's flow. Though world was dark ,hearts sparkled bright, Carrying kindness into endless night. Today we lock ourselves within despair , lost colors pf care dissolve in air. The prisoner's bars are walls we built inside, Hearts caged by fear ,where hope can't hide. But in the darkness seeds can still grow, To break our bonds and free the souls.
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May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 1:42 AM UTC
Prison Of Our Souls