and perhaps all the ruins that man
discovers deep in the interiors are
but remnants of a civilization not
lost but abandoned in favor of
basic needs~ growing tails whilst
developing strong shoulders and
arms to help them swing from
tree to tree..
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man withers man
while God watches
and gasp in wonder..
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The mysteries of God are made up of steps. If you can
open up your mindset, so can you climb up and the
truth shall be revealed to you petal upon petal. But as
you climb up rung after rung, you will discover that
the air above gets thinner and thinner and that there
will be fewer and fewer people who could relate to your
mindset and you are going to be lonely looking for
acceptance. Searching for that needle in the haystack
who could look at issues both ways and be your friend.
If you cannot accept that, you can always go back to the
first rung but those who had remain in comfort forever
will only leave you in despair. And eventually you vacate
because you know that you don’t belong there anymore
while grieving for them..
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This world is going to survive longer if each of us mutually
respect each others religion and rights to live. If governments
cannot do it and is in fact exploiting it pitting one against
the other for their own selfish benefit, then we have got to do
it. Either that or we have to denounce religion completely.
You choose..
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it is earth hour everyday
in many peoples lives..
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it is painful
to walk barefooted
in this world.
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God is not hidden in the garden, God, he is the garden and the garden His womb.
Where dawn first shone, man was molded out of God’s clay and breathed, after
being fed the breath of life. And man thus danced in glory to His own image and
likeness and so it was that man walked, then ran after seeing his own image
reflected in the pools of God. Man lived in His garden amongst tall trees and huge
crevices for shade and protection and man lived off the garden which fends his
hunger and thirst but man again ran in fright, on seeing strange shadows
imitating his like. And man hurdled beyond the limits of His horizon~ when man
couldn’t recognize the He that spoke from the small bushes and fervents..
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God is not hidden in the garden, God, he is the garden. The garden that meets
mans eyes and from it sprung mans hearts. And if man is truly the reflection of
God himself, then the reflection of man is the garden itself. And if man tends to
the garden with the same spirit and love that God forms man, then man took care
not only of his own well-being but that of the spirit of God. For God did not make
himself beyond man’s reach, but man chose to reach Him beyond their own
understanding of God that is the garden. And in His garden, there were two
comfort leaves. One He covered Adam, the other Eve..
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