I revel at my newfound powers of tolerance and acceptance.
the maze we create is no more than an illusion.
I follow the flow. it shows one all that must be, all that may be; with shining signs of rainbow drops. remember that dream of yours? yes, that's it.
if you stick with the past you miss all of what life offers. she is gracious.
journey is the goal and I play along with it
and night is an essential component of life. open your eyes and embrace the darkness. I did. I am content.
"so, you were all the way ready to believe that your cauldron gave birth miraculously, neighbour, when I told you so. then how can you not believe that it just died now?" says Nasreddin Hodja. this is ZEN
now I "know".
a bit that is
where love shines, I shine.
my love is for all you shining souls. be aware of your light or not, you are precious.
we are one. as we always were.











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There was once a young curate whose brain
Was deranged from the use of cocaine
He lured a small child
To a copse black and wild
Where he beat it to death with his cane.
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- ...to spit in Sightblinder's eye on the last day... -
çok güzel bi gülümsemen var
çok içten
çok ışıltılı
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just..b
güzel insan!
--
- ...to spit in Sightblinder's eye on the last day... -
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make me happy
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i am ok
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