Dedicate your positive thinking today, for tomorrow's future [Archive]

Anka

1st February 2020, 21:32

Give birth to a thought from the spring of your hope that you can always be grateful for the people who spend good minutes reading among your ranks.
This is a point where you do not need to use very big words, only if you feel that you want it, but I think the future will recognize and preserve us sometime, somewhere in the kindness and individuality of our soul.

You can write some of yesterday's positive thoughts for today, and some of today's good thoughts for your future and others, from your treasure of knowledge in any positive context but you can try as an individual brand somehow.

What I write below, is all part of the introduction to this thread, but because I always manage to write too much, I respect your time and wish you well in the place I created for everything that can mean good positive thinking for you and the others, now and forever, forever meaning even posterity somewhere that is waiting maybe for your good thought.

If you feel the importance of this opportunity and you already do it in your daily life, you can leave here a trace of who you are, if you wish.

Thank you for reading here and thank you if somewhere in your mind or soul you have already marked that thought well, maybe not needing to write it, or maybe writing it, for someone, or somewhere, now, in the future or even further from our imagination itself, will hear it somehow.

I wish you much success and thank you in the form of a simple gratitude from a simple human being as I am.

With gratitude and love,
Anca

Here's how your dream of giving something to everyone has come to fruition today and if you didn't know what kind of gift you can give to your friends, humanity, I would gladly urge you to give them your good thought that they will keep well.
Write that when you are sure that you have the opportunity to change at least one human life or you will change their entire life by the extremely important value you find at the moment when you simply write them openly your thoughts.

Maybe you will help him to walk in those good and pleasant moments from the threshold of his awakening with an even more vitality.
With a simple thought of encouragement you can be the one who can open up new horizons and turn life into a masterpiece, enjoying yourself with it, for the common success, for the joy of simply giving, for exercising your right just to be human.

And if what you have today inside you is a faithful copy, of what lies outside you, like a video projector that projects, on the wall exactly the image generated inside, on the film roll, then the film of your awakening should to be a wonderful one in which your vulnerability will conquer you as a testimony to good things.

Allow yourself to be perfect for the reality you want at the highest level of acceptance of the allowance of being simply wise.
Allow yourself to be human and even if you do not succeed each time to make yourself understood, you may understand that you have a duty to be good to yourself, not necessarily persevering but certainly eloquent in the continuity of your knowledge and not necessarily firm in decisions and actions but in indulgence that you can decide to have patience in the middle of a long-term action, which may be the journey of your own wisdom.

I'm sure you'll hear this in many forms, but maybe it's time to see the connection that can put it into practice and maybe practice will teach us not which but what the differences are.

It may be a thought about for example:
-about your experience of a lifetime
-about how the awakening illuminated you
-to convey only a memorable phrase or just a helpful good thought for future generations
-to leave a good trace of what you represent for this world
-to ask a good helpful question in the future
-to express your gratitude for what you truly love and cherish
-to send a positive message for the whole human race, Nature and the whole Planet and even in the great Universe or even further where you can dream.
It can be something metaphorical, it can be something demonstrated by your own experience, your field of activity or life experience, something/any positive, which can be the catalyst for knowledge for another human being, spiritually elevating, inspiring happiness or hope right from the vortex of our own energy of giving love to those who want to experience it.

An individual form of giving simply, this present to every moment in the future, a contribution that will conserve your human nature in what you could really call the evolution of the entire human race from a single point as small as it may even be, your good thought.

Allow yourself to become friend with yourself, offering everything you do best and beautiful to the whole world you belong to, living in this way, happy and reconciled with the choice made each time.

I hope you trust the immense power of understanding of each reader.

You don't have to be a professional writer, so you can choose to use a simple language when transmitting your message, the same one you would use if you were talking to a friend over coffee.

It does not have to be, a thought about a solution or a problem,although a solution can often overco me the problem.
It does not have to be a thought about a hope or desolation although hope overcomes any disappointme nt and I do not think that it is necessary to develop the character of comparison or a series of ide as related to the past or present although the future is born in every drop of the present.

This is a simple exercise about what might be helpful in the future(this includes hope so therefore will), about how we can rediscover your individuality again and again,without multiple effects such as making thoughts associations in ideas, and maybe with or without:

-making a common cause with something or someone(maybe with the exception of seeing everything as a w hole which is still impossible), without hurry(this means that a thought can last maybe even multipl e lives and not necessarily in terms of time or consciousness (?), without already building an imagi nation(although imagination is a complex process and is part of the continuity of knowledge activity )

-without meditation(maybe) although a contemplation opposed to the active attitude, as a kind of pass ive and direct observation in the process of the interaction between perception, intuition and a ref lection, as accurately as possible,in the concrete features of a good thought could to
make a connection between the human and the surrounding world.

-without worry or concern (exclusive) of something, without presenting preconceived ideas(happy, inhale deep air into your chest), just find your inner influence in creative enthusiasm,
maybe unexpectedly your consciousness will find you in a complex of creative ideas,
maybe spontaneity brings a kind of creative tension in which good inspiration finds you. Can you off er that to others?)

-without personal intention or common convictions (An intentional thought determines the decision in something we agreed, but most of the times, the desire is not the same thing as the will.
The character of being decided contracts an acceptance, while the will for me draws a broader charac ter, not of perseverance, but of the nuance of trustworthy orientation without arguments, deeper.)

...and if all this leads to a factual thought in itself “without hope”, then(I’m just saying)

-without cynicism(not actually ignoring or accepting a moral, but the ability in the favorable outcom e of success, can give us confidence in the future, which brings us back to the threshold of hope.)

Because maybe, it should not have the vitality to direct something or the restraint that prevents us from enunciating it, so it should not be about satisfaction or dissatisfaction with writing it,
maybe we should think we have the openness to understand it and maybe not to boil it in us but to be able to play it from the point of neutrality at a fair and objective level compared to absolutely everything, a complete form of expression that we all have in us.

Take the silence within yourself of your thinking that you do not know what to thinking yet, be gent le in time not to find a solution, but because the solution will find you when you no longer have an y problem and maybe then, you will or not(but still)need to write down your thoughts for posterity.
If the future is a thought you have to think about, then I appreciate the originality in the individ uality that you will find over time and thank you for that.

And yet,like me(for I am indeed not perfect) if you think you have something to say for what you thi nk would bring to you and to all of us a better life for everything for everyone, I think we are all waiting for some kind of resolution(I'm definitely waiting).

If we manage to find the deep honesty, in front of our own opinion and especially, the dignity of defining our future, it may be that we are in sovereignty in our neutrality, of moderating ourselves in a kind of stability inside of a equilibrium of a balance.

Basically, this dialogue (or monologue) with me, but with you or with the future itself (perhaps with the Whole) could lead to the conclusion that there are still so many opportunities to express a thought coming from a level of consciousness. , Equal to the property of subscribing, having the option of moderating it before(not) blocking it and many have enough options on how we could achieve this, maybe this being the beauty of human nature itself and your way of being, on which one I appreciate.

So, I wish you much success in writing any good thoughts that will perfect the role of good news as you feel better in life exercise and as the perception of this information that you write from your own experience will help to wake up others, visitors, maybe,to.

I am grateful to you, for the time you give me(for this is not for (me)), by writing something memorable for the whole of humanity.

And just managing to actually finish here, just the introduction, with enormous gratitude and love(thank you for your time and patience), I will remain indebted to you,

In our times,

Anka.

ExomatrixTV

2nd February 2020, 19:47

In my view, we all have unlimited creative potential ... this power can be used in a harmonious constructive & empowering way or in a self-destructive way aka self-sabotage behavior.

First sign of real intelligence is anyone who can show how to be a brilliant optimist.

What is NOT a sign of real intelligence is: Any person who is a "brilliant pessimist" (often claiming to be a "realist") using only a PART his "creative intelligence" (serving negative thinking) looking for excuses not to act nor to engage in different possibilities/strategies ... where the real life experiences should be the master not the endless subjective rational chatter in someones brain often going nowhere!

In short: "Victim Mentality breeds mostly more Victim Reality!"

Let new experiences determine your (spiritual) growth NOT the endless rational mental blah blah in your head afraid to make mistakes ... Overcome and know how your (destructive) FEARS work, that assumes it can not deal with new disappointments anymore in life = mostly overanalyzing = eventually paralyzing!

The way how you deal with mistakes/disappointments says much more about your personality than all your "success stories" combined!

Exceed your own (self) programming by going beyond the mass conditioning.

cheers,
John Kuhles
02-02-2020

Victoria

3rd February 2020, 04:24

Thank you, Anka! What a wonderful idea for a thread :heart: ...a call for Avalonians to share their own unique inspirations and uplifting perspectives of the heart and mind for posterity, spontaneous and creative, unique to each of us; that such glimpses into our thoughts and journeys might also propel comrades and future generations with joyous momentum in their lives, radiating exponential positivity, power to create and love...

If I stop for just a second to reflect, a minuscule moment to inhale deeply and close my eyes in the midst of the whirlwind of noise and commotion that is sometimes my life, I see all the places I have been and all of the incredible people and extraordinary beings who have held my heart along the way: all the loving souls who were focused diligently in what they were doing at the time, unaware of being observed, giving everything they were to their task at hand.

That is how I truly remember them, and in their indelible footsteps, imagine the future. Not by their words, the results of their actions, or even their loving eyes... nor our days spent smiling and laughing together (though it is a joy to ponder those), but doing what they did best while lost in their own worlds, their attention honed directly before them. Their lines and movement, their stream of intent, the sounds surrounding them as the world melted away and they emanated their own personal frequency of being and determination ...memorialized in my mind.

Through them, I learned to seek goodness in every person, something beautiful in every thing. Every moment, look for the silver lining, it is always there, even when not readily apparent. There is beauty in everyone at some point of expression...our spheres of being are like fractals in time. Every breath is truly a gift.

I think we make the most impact on others, often, when we are doing what we love most. When we are listening to and acting within the bounds of our authentic selves, when our attention is not set to micromanaging fancy, or yielding to any other input and influence, but when our thoughts and hearts meld in a continuous fluidity of action and unbridled effort, purposeful determination and creativity. Then, others can see us, as we cannot see ourselves: naked in the essence of our existence. Then, we can inspire. Then, we can create and then, we can live on in the hearts of those we love ...in ways we might never imagine.

Look up with every opportunity and your heart will soar when you least expect it. :heart:
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EFO

3rd February 2020, 06:46

What a wonderful idea for a thread :heart: ...inspirations and uplifting perspectives of the heart and mind for each Avalonian to share for posterity, spontaneous and creative, unique to each of us; that such glimpses into our thoughts and journeys might also propel comrades and future generations with joyous momentum in their lives, radiating exponential positivity, power to create and love...

If I stop for just a second to reflect, a minuscule moment to inhale deeply and close my eyes in the midst of the whirlwind of noise and commotion that is sometimes my life, I see all the places I have been and all of the incredible people and extraordinary beings who have held my heart along the way: all the loving souls who were focused diligently in what they were doing at the time, unaware of being observed, giving everything they were to their task at hand.

That is how I truly remember them, and in their indelible footsteps, imagine the future. Not by their words, the results of their actions, or even their loving eyes... nor our days spent smiling and laughing together (though it is a joy to ponder those), but doing what they did best while lost in their own worlds, their attention honed directly before them. Their lines and movement, their stream of intent, the sounds surrounding them as the world melted away and they emanated their own personal frequency of being and determination ...memorialized in my mind.

Through them, I learned to seek goodness in every person, something beautiful in every thing. Every moment, look for the silver lining, it is always there, even when not readily apparent. There is beauty in everyone at some point of expression...our spheres of being are like fractals in time. Every breath is truly a gift.

I think we make the most impact on others, often, when we are doing what we love most. When we are listening to and acting within the bounds of our authentic selves, when our attention is not set to micromanaging fancy, or yielding to any other input and influence, but when our thoughts and hearts meld in a continuous fluidity of action and unbridled effort, purposeful determination and creativity. Then, others can see us, as we cannot see ourselves: naked in the essence our existence. Then, we can inspire. Then, we can create and then, we can live on in the hearts of those we love ...in ways we might never imagine.

Look up with every opportunity and your heart will soar when you least expect it. :heart:
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Wow,that was DEEP,TRUE AND BEAUTIFUL and FULL OF COLOR AND BEAUTY!

Related to silver line:

First Aid Kit - My Silver Lining (Official Music Video)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKL4X0PZz7M

"I don't want to wait anymore I'm tired of looking for answers
Take me some place where there's music and there's laughter
I don't know if I'm scared of dying but I'm scared of living too fast, too slow
Regret, remorse, hold on, oh no I've got to go
There's no starting over, no new beginnings, time races on
And you've just gotta keep on keeping on
Gotta keep on going, looking straight out on the road
Can't worry 'bout what's behind you or what's coming for you further up the road
I try not to hold on to what is gone, I try to do right what is wrong
I try to keep on keeping on
Yeah I just keep on keeping on

I hear a voice calling
Calling out for me
These shackles I've made in an attempt to be free
Be it for reason, be it for love
I won't take the easy road

I've woken up in a hotel room, my worries as big as the moon
Having no idea who or what or where I am
Something good comes with the bad
A song's never just sad
There's hope, there's a silver lining
Show me my silver lining
Show me my silver lining

I hear a voice calling
Calling out for me
These shackles I've made in an attempt to be free
Be it for reason, be it for love
I won't take the easy road

I won't take the easy road
The easy road, the easy road

Show me my silver lining
I try to keep on keeping on
Show me my silver lining
I try to keep on keeping on
Show me my silver lining
I try to keep on keeping on
Show me my silver lining
I try to keep on keeping on"

Anka

3rd February 2020, 20:42

Anka

4th February 2020, 16:48

My first thought...is for you, anyone and everyone:heart: everywhere

I am here far from you, but in the same time we are all close, different locations, different histories, different religions and cultures unite us under the aegis
"I'm still looking for something"
and that makes me responsible for my deeds around you.

It is as if I were invited to come into your heart and do this happy with the utmost respect and care, so that nothing prevents me from smiling with all the joy of my soul's dedication to you.

Throughout the oceans of time, we have been wandering a lot through the huge waves of history from such distant times and we have not until now been able to proudly call ourselves in our union as a species of human beings, a united and complete civilization, at a global and universal level.:star:

I wandering a lot, I lived in other countries and I looked people in the eye, I understood the distance between people, I studied their tradition, their cuisine and their soul, I understood alive, the antagonism between kindness and true sincere kindness, and what is the pain of people between these two.
I understood, now I want to make them feel better about themselves and everything around them, and it's worth the effort because sometimes it works, which is enough for me.

Now I am here, I am writing to you from home, where my soul is living, although I still am, and if I am, then, allow me to perfect my act of being around you, because that is all I can do , to feel the value in being.

Here, my heart beats faster, emotions speak in the light for me, the thirst for love towards you, floods me, Earth tries me, gravity magnetizes me as I write and inscribes me in high vibrations, Nature attracts me in its fantasy charm and blesses me, here by your side.

The wind recommends the most beautiful fairy situations in which I can simply become by being here.
I promote what we see and we all have, our dream realm, in which we all have signed up, the realm where I will now live with longing persisting in wonderful good thought.
I would like to be the beauty of the place where I light with peace and joy the gratitude that we live here, where we all live a dream, to say words with the power to speak to us through the wind, we are great in the act that we consecrate it in this life short on the incomparable and eternal Earth.

From all my connection with this life, I choose, the call of my heart where the authenticity of my being abounds infinite, I am forever consecrated to bring peace and love in the hearts of others, to endow,
good thoughts, words and deeds with the blessing of being happy as it exists, because through every positive change in me and around me, I am life in this existence and existence is life in the course of my journey that I enjoy among you.

I am the earthman who believes that the fiber and the conscience of mankind is in the most exceptional work of scale, which should not be based on suffering of any kind and I think we can defend the dignity of just being human, without perseverance, but simply assuming, ensuring, integrity of individually but only through the cooperation of all collectively in attributing the most precious feeling, that of being human.

I, who I'am nobody, and am deeply human, have the courage to say out loud and rooted throughout the entire Cosmos, that human beings and their humanity have their meaning and place here on Earth, in the bosom of the same Earth that gave birth to us, He gave us his life and a purpose and honored us in an endless range of living and experimenting at our pleasure.

In the day when it will be understood that the true human spirit can be confused with the most acute sense and spirit of the entire planet, an immense mechanism of harmonization of contradictions in the service of mastering a new order – the unconditional love - will be unveiled.

Not in the form of a demand for a command of self-assumption, but by a shining like a sunrise in the depths of people as a guiding directive to the most individual effect for each, and in the light of fulfilling the most organized freedom of not being more like a flock led by a symbol, but instead, symbolizing the creative ideal of each individual collectively in order to consecrate the true essence of mankind forever.

May we naturally acquire the concept of life, perpetual peace, in the right to become through concrete generosity and in ascension in the firm of thought equivalent to existence, in the conditions of appearing through the right price and the medal for the true merit in the glory of truly recognizing the simple and loving true nature of human beings.

The facts that we do or support, the thoughts we keep or bring them to fruition, the words that set and coordinate the chances of meaning for the future, will in fact be the reaction of posterity that will highlight the peaks of our contribution now.

The most precious thing to me is that above my life there is no longer the effect of meaning to hope to live, but the priceless sign of having the privilege to die someday gloriously in all the deep meanings that I left a good mark for my civilization and for all the times to come, it is however my way of learning by living now in return, by writing and sharing:sun:

Glory in every chance to honor the value of the love of each living particle that I loved, in all my ability to cooperate by diversifying every good choice in the spirit of ascension and enlargement of what once and for all was somewhere , in the future of being, yet still is, the omnipresence of the human spirit.

Great love to all :Avalon:
Anka

Innocent Warrior

5th February 2020, 07:56

Hi, Anca.

I don’t have anything in writing that’s suitable for your thread for now (I tried), but I wanted to contribute something beautiful until I do. This song is especially for you...

SEeTaF7unrc

Anka

5th February 2020, 11:56

Anka

5th February 2020, 22:18

I'm the citizen of this planet...

I am proud that I am here, that I am earthly.

With all the defeats and achievements that our nation, humanity, has had to endure, I feel the need, in my capacity to exist at such a small point on Earth and in the wide Universe, to take my duty as a citizen of this Earth in earnest and to dedicate the rest of my existence to the great and already eternal dream of uniting in the senses and in unison towards the path of our freedom, the human race.
I know that the dream I sign up for may may be in vain, but my loyalty to my dream and my simple will make me write what I feel, and now I feel as if I were running, on a wide field, with open arms in the glittering rain, shouting for the joy as I belong here.
It is a huge impossible task for a single human being, I realize, but I am more aware of the fact that such a great task must start at the point where I surrender myself totally to my moment of true love.
And because it is such a powerful moment for me, allow me to admit that it sometimes overwhelms me when it encompasses me in its infinity, so everything beyond my human power as love, I want to put it in writing here, in the memory of the moment that will grant me my huge positive desire for all of us.

Earth is wonderful, maybe the oceans are talking about something of our secret of existence, while the earth is quietly moving in its axis, maybe he is talking to us in the melody of his vibration that we must not necessarily know, but maybe we should, if we can, "hear" it instead.
The vault of the sky, leans with love towards the majestic presence of the mountains that have so much to say in their silence.

The Earth itself is a loving and welcoming being, it is a source of our healing and part of our very existence, so we cannot forget how important it is to us.
Besides the fact that it offers us stability and the possibility of being, we are offered everything, without conditions and obligations and if we inherit it from ancient times, we should protect it every second of our lives, being the only real source of inheritance, that our children leave behind.
In a somehow a separate form, it may be the only inheritance we can borrow from future generations.

Mother Nature sings for us and for the Earth in all her wisdom, as if the whole Galaxies are humming along with her in a chorus to acknowledge our existence, and her wonderful melody brings a well-known, and more wonderful, refrain to the nature of the good itself, deep in us, on this whole coexistence.

Nature Relaxation Films:sun:

7 HOUR 4K DRONE FILM: "Earth from Above" + Music by Nature Relaxation™ (Ambient AppleTV Style)

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I hope from my enormous soul and my living being so small and insignificant, that what pushes us towards the technology that may in the future suppress us, bring us to the forefront, because Mother nature who endured with us so many centuries of oceans of time, maybe finnaly will help us, the human need for transdisciplinary and interdisciplinary education to build even more environments in the bosom of nature by reconstructing Nature, by reconstructing us together with it.

This is how we may succeed, through the gifts of Nature that we will know then, to highlight the quality of being human beings at a much higher level than a simple new technology, so high that we can deliver forever the only quality we have in fact, humanism.

To me, it seems a policy not to pay but that we could make sure, including balance in Nature,
of the importance of the almost capital goal of managing to cross-function in the satisfaction of performing in this exchange that Nature offers us as necessities of life.

If we could influence this transition by recomposition of human nature through the prism of a nature in the environment for which we were born, we should no longer develop subsequent societies but be simply together, not necessarily as a flock believing in something, but rather as a great strong collective of beings, through its individuality in the most common positive sense, not necessarily by a sort of evolution, but can somehow transcend in a constant flow into and from Mother nature, Earth, Universe and how far in the sense of good can the collective consciousness lead us.

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When I'm sad, I take a palm from the ground and feel it. I allow his energy to enter through my skin and flow through my veins. I smell it because that is how I can feel his life, so I can feel his dedication and his power in everything and anything. He feels my sadness and it restores me quietly.
I'm here to thank him!

When I am happy, I pass my palm through the ground and allow it to offer my emotional balance.
I work with plants, I have a garden and I come into contact quite often with the Earth and so many times I felt its beneficial influence, and the plants feel my energy when I thank the Earth.
For this reason, when I am in the garden, I am constantly aware, because my thoughts leave their mark wherever they go and can have a huge influence, so I am careful to feel, to be, to have, the highest and most positive thoughts I can feel.

If we miss the place where we were born, wherever we are, we take a palm from the earth and connect with the place of home, because the earth is our connection with everything and anything!

If I walk through a park, I stop for a few moments and look at the grass that grows and the soil that supports it, I stick my palm on the ground and I feel the "heartbeat" and his wave of wisdom keeps me in the idea that I should let us live the beauty of the truth that no oil industry will be able to be above the very existence of the Earth, the Moon, the Sun or the Universe.
I now live under the sign of the values of Nature that reality has planted in me for many years, although every time I feel the connection with the Earth, it is hard for me to believe that reality that I still live in a material world and that maybe a I can only live some moments by Nature free spirit in the dream of eternity of words in the joyous springs, belive in the stability of great stones of the mountains and the wisdom in the quiet of the ocean.

Earth is not necessarily a place where we are guided by a GPS, it is not just a location, I feel that it is the spirit itself that links the Universe to our spirits.
Contrary to expectations, it is not a cemetery where the bones of the dead are resting, it is the richness of the Universe closely linked to the ropes of our souls.
If you were to ask me, I concluded in enough years of my own experience, not to believe, but to feel every day that, I am the soul. It is not a form of admiration for me, because I have at hand the simple proof that there is also knowing that this is all I can possess, in the simplest approach and in the highest context that I know I cannot reach when he reaches me , the proof that I am, so here is me doing what I know how to do better, to just be.

Our planet as a whole, is not the wandering odor of weeping and pity, it is not the reckoning of fear and terror, it is the richness and beauty of the Universe poured into the joy of every child's voice, it is the pleasure of the covenant between man and Earth, it is the abundance of clean flowing rivers, it is the courage of the mountains to raise our victory to be just human to great sky and beyond, the tranquility of the living ocean that protects us, the song of the flower fields in the rays of the moonlight, the equilibrium of balance in Sun, and the song of the cradle of life throughout his territory and through us, from the sound of the magnificent ice, to the depths of the silence of the desert, from the threshold in to the center of equidistance in all the circumference of planet heart, to the unlimited depths in the infinite horizon of the Universe and beyond.

Welcome to our Earth, cherish the power of Mother Nature with deep admiration, breathe the free will of your own planet, you will be caught in the richness of happiness you will receive, so receive the gift of Earth, receive the power of Nature in your bosom.

Return to the people, they are deep in their hearts, true and determined souls who can save anything, anytime, a returning this time to the beautiful wildness of the Earth can preserve us forever in the environment for which we were actually created, we can climb mountains to find news about us and our planet and even further from the universe, we can let the sun's rays penetrate us the depth of our souls, the winds will inspire our own evolution, the natural earthquakes and the good storms will be our source of creation together simultaneous with the Earth.

People...they are brave spirits, give yourself to them, and they will recognize you, they are the mirror of your soul, they are the ones who can advise you from your own thoughts, they are those who have no evolutionary arguments in expansion but on the contrary they are those who expand evolution once with you and with them, they are your piece of mind and you their brain community, they are the ones who will identify you in the multitude of people you complete.

We just have to have a lot of courage!

People breathe the Earth when the planet breathe with them.
To be against, there is no reason for joy, because of course, for each of us, life seems to be a condition, it pushes us, it walks us everywhere, it drives us, it hits us and it touches us but we will remain human , wich is not an option, it is a condition of the blood, mind and heart in the legacy of the soul that you carry within you.

So many sacrifices have been made to reveal the greatest secret of mankind, so many good energies lost, in ideas of evolutionary loss with each war, that the Earth is the only witness in which our brothers' spirits rest, and the Universe the only testament to our hope every time.

Desolation has permeated so many lives over time and we must honor these lives only for the honor they have spent time and energy in this world and especially for their death from which we must learn much more deeply, in silence, and the living soul rest.
Let us honor the rest of all, those who have had their lives in the past, through our present-day peace of mind and the power to honor the future that will bring us a better present.

When the Earth recognizes me as a living being, I embrace it in my thoughts and feel as I am disconnected from all the concerns of material life and let myself be carried away by my imagination and far more away, even though I feel the "roots" as vibrates here.

I want to feel my roots every day and to always feel the connection with his Source. That is why, whenever I can, I go down the grass and do not spend a day without being captivated by its healing power whether I look at a plant, a fruit or a vegetable, or that I come in direct contact with him and the beings what populates it.

We live through the Earth and he lives through us and all living beings, which is why we must be more careful about the signs we encounter. Life depends on our actions, but also on the influence that the Earth has on us.

You can also try to connect with the Earth in the most individual way you can feel the force that pushes you into this life! Take a tree in your arms and you will feel the same force as it encompasses you.
Smell a flower as if its perfume speaks to you, taste a fruit picked directly from the garden and thank the tree for this wonderful gift from the sweetness of his heart.:heart:

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I remain in the most perfect embrace of Nature, under its impeccable patience, admiring the most perfect art that surrounds us, listening in delight to its language, feel how the spirit of the Earth emanates the splendor and wonderful change in my wandering soul.

Love the Earth and Nature, love Life, love yourself!

I'm the citizen of this wonderful Planet, are you with me?:sun:

With the utmost respect,
Anka

Denise/Dizi

6th February 2020, 04:07

Dearest Anka,

Thank you for this thread.. the love that you share in your posts, mirror what I believe many of us having an "awakening", and appreciation for the life that we have been given, are feeling as well.. And you capture that beautifully... What a treat!

So THANK YOU for expressing it so beautifully.. It was a true gift to be able to read this thread thus far...

My heart is smiling from your posts, and the wonderful replies.. Much Love to everyone..Sincerely..I do wish the best for all... And I am so happy to be in the company of so many who do know how to appreciate life and love.

Anka

6th February 2020, 19:10

Thank you Denise :heart: with deep emotion and gratitude for the resonance of your words that have reached me in the very awakening that I honestly carry in me!
I try to perfect the garden of my soul, planting with care, joy and emotion every seed of happiness in the souls of others.

The splendor in the whole awakening begins when I start to write, a magical, unique and interactive moment for me with the very words from which the whole process finally comes back in my sense of awakening that I want to offer as a gift to anyone.

I am glad that in the midst of your awakening you received my simple and humble embrace as a human being.You have brought me today the joy and smile that I want to give to others, your answer is a therapy of gentleness and courage for me to continue writing...:Avalon:

I build the perfect health for a full life,
plenteous and free unique spiritually, for each of us, I trust in freedom without any stopping in the unlimited love that we can all demonstrate, living right in the middle of all the symptoms of any reality.

I dream of the day when as some children we are all, we will find the cause without defining a purpose or maybe the purpose will define us from the beginning because we are many who find the simple nothing in everything and everything in nothing. Maybe even by not determining a choice in the choice that chose us, I just write about it, I don't really know to what extent it is, but I know I have to offer it further.

Because I often find myself staring at a butterfly that flies far into the sky until I can't see it, thinking about where it goes or standing with my bare feet in a flowing stream thinking about where it goes and what it is his purpose ... looking at the sky my thoughts and questions become even wider because I lose myself in the beauty of the bright lights ... for me this is a point without purpose but which completes and edifies me in a particular way.

For me, people will always be the embodiment of beauty, intelligence and sincerity! I find too few words to truly describe what it means to me.
If I could, I would tell everyone, and you, my dear Denise, how much we need a simple hug with the love of others in it, which links the soul of love to the soul of childhood, the touch of mystery, the same overcoming of the ordinary soul. , the same outline of wonders, the same monologue that simplifies the soul, giving it a bell-ringing intensity, amplifying through the musical wave of unconditional love that we all hear.
I am now enjoying a smile of fulfillment, I wish you could see me, here in front of the computer, writing to you, sipping from the sweet tea and grace of your gentle heart to write to me!
I wish you all the peace of the world and the joy of living in the souls of beautiful, hardworking and loving people, in the bosom of nature and around everything we breathe and can be called, in all its grandeur, the Great Universe ...:star:
With appreciation,:heart:
Anca

Victoria

7th February 2020, 05:38

I dream of the day when as some children we are all, we will find the cause without defining a purpose or maybe the purpose will define us from the beginning because we are many who find the simple nothing in everything and everything in nothing.

Anka,

Somebody who is not a member asked that I contribute this to your thread. Your words and thoughts inspire her. :sun:

"Tallinn. In the evening, families were out shopping... There were lots of little children and their excitement was tangible. It was snowing lightly and cold....Children following their young caretakers, holding onto a rope between the two women. They were bundled up and out for fresh air and exercise. I think this
was a routine outing for the children. I had to smile when I saw one of them yawning and another with his hat over his eyes. It was really cute."

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Anka

7th February 2020, 10:24

My dear Victoria,

I deeply thank you and your friend, for her contribution on this thread through the prism of your gentle heart and your help, I would really like it to be a place where everyone can contribute something from their childhood of the very existence, it would be wonderful to be a gallery of images, sound, thoughts, laughs, music, facts of gratitude and courage, optimism, love, pleasant memories, feelings of appreciation and much resonance in the good and beautiful part of life.

Because even though this place is so tiny, it is the greatest possibility of everyone's contribution for the benefit of hoping for better, for the real feeling that we have positive things in our lives.

It is a starting point or, as a positive reference like many others, realized in a sufficiently individual amount, so that we can simply but amplify the beauty, the potential and the invaluable value of a simple "letter of recommendation" for the future, and for the generations that have us as a memory.

In the window of this thread, I carefully and cherish the art of beauty that I love and honor even just by the beautiful gesture of giving something. Thanks again with all my soul.
Today we have filled the shelf with souvenirs for the soul, a shelf that will be filled with joy over time, a shelf of toys that belongs to us all.:star:

In gratitude for this beautiful gesture in which I feel the gentleness, and for the great significance that children have in our lives, representing the aura in the unfolding of a whole universe of joy and innocence, I send to your friend, a bouquet of flowers from my garden and a poem in full joy of the child, when our fulfilled soul sings.

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...the poem...(I tried to find the rhyme in English but I didn't succeed ):o

"There is a very beautiful country
Where you can go anytime
Where children play at home which is the whole world
The breath of play is the joy of living it

A country where the frontiersmen
There are green crickets
And instead of the passport is required
To sing at the customs hundreds of melodies of joy

Today is a holiday,
Dove like white foam
Peace I write round under the sky,
For all the children of the world
Brave squirrel, it gives news again in the country,
As in the meadow with springs, today is a holiday:
Flowers, bunnies and fireflies, playful birds and dwarves,
They all got ready to fly, like children's day."

Flowers from my garden in the spring,given in all the freshness of spring in the warm fragrance of the Sun.
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I'm longing for the melody in our child's soul to be constantly ringing in tones of life and harmony, to enrich our lives constantly.
To dedicate this song every day with the innocent will and pure encouragement to the future of tomorrow, to be glad that we are the hosts of every second of the present and to open the gate of wisdom with confidence and hope to all the memories for the future, to all those who want to know sometime what was for us already, our present.

Whenever inspiration comes to me, it is as if I owe it to everything that surrounds me here and everywhere in the world, and I feel that I must return it to the source with the highest possible value, and especially from the point of view of the values that make me a simple human being who appreciates other human beings.
I am here to offer more than anything I could have and it is the healthiest choice I have always made since I know myself.

I perfectly understand the atmosphere in paintings, succeeds in the rank of art, to remind me of my childhood, of the voices of children in the neighborhood where I grew up, of the peace of the air and the peace of people in general, of the warm eyes of all mothers.
I embrace with love those times that stand as proof of the fullness and beauty of the souls of people that we can truly live in better times.

This is an old image with the Castle in the locality where I grew up and played, where at that time the gate was open and there was no charge for visiting and anyone could enter, it was a kind of peace and social equity, a joy and a kind of gratitude in the air...
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The fact that we have to learn something all the time is a part, but the fact that we can always give something is just within the reach of anyone and it is easy, just like riding a bike, it comes naturally, from the desire to decorate with love, from the same brush and billions of bright colors, the present and the future in the same painting, with the hope of living on those dream lands painted by us.:heart:

I would like to send you the beats of my heart from where I am and from the land of dreams where I always land, I would like to offer you again a gift you already have, the feeling of trust and independence in love,

With gratitude,
Anca

Anka

9th February 2020, 21:52

In search of mountains

In the search of the mountains I found the beauty of life in the country, and since I do not lack happiness, I found that I can fall in love with so many green landscapes of the mountains.

From the greatness of the mountains that pierce the sky, to the base of each mountain where minerals and springs feed me and purify my being, I discovered the pleasure of wandering and losing myself, the pleasure of walking on sunny paths, the simplicity of the mountain that makes me a comrade of his, the strength to say "I am the mountain man" and he "I am the mountain of every man".

The companion of my experiences that translates on paper his voice of stone, which thrives above and forever in my soul, tells me now that we are the ambassadors of his existence, that now is the moment of enlightenment of the day when we all process like on a photographic paper, the admiration of every mountain we saw and remained in our memory.

I remain enchanted while I remember the landscapes that cut my breath every time, I remember the faces of the elderly who hide in their smile a whole life story lived full.

Emotions encompass me when I think, how carefully traditions have been passed down from generation to generation and how much respect and joy is involved in this process that involves decades, and people's love for a good culture.
The story of this patience to transmit the tradition, to love the values of Nature and the beauty of people, if I look closer to any tree, is written in his imprint over time in his bark.
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The silence of nature illuminates their history in images of hard-working people who, returning home from the war, built their own beautiful and well-built houses, made of solid wood. Pictures with families who have been living their lives in the law of wisdom for many, many years.

The mountains are the witnesses of an unknown world that captures the beautiful in a part more isolated from everyday modern life, a world that is full of traditions, folklore, people who today,
they make their living from the field work, they go to church dressed in the popular port, they carve traditional wooden objects, they cook traditional healthy foods and with the energy of the beauty of their soul in any piece of food.

The architecture of this way of life can radically change almost any perception of us while optimism floods you when you know that those people will remain in your memory forever.

Their faces with the most natural expression of fulfillment, which you surprised as in a photograph in your memory, faces of innocence in children, beauty and energy in young and old people create the image of a single bridge between past and future, understanding life differently.
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People are eager to talk to you and you have time at hand, all you have to do is listen to them.

There are simple people who talk to you gently about anything that can include a life experience, they have a voice quality when they resonate in telling their story, they are minds initiated in the greatest adventure of their life - live the deep peace.

The mountain is in love with them and builds them as the most authentic evidence of good living in the comfort of thinking in the bosom of Nature, and they are in love with the living language, of what they call the green gold and the wise tenderness of the forest.

My soulful adventure with them, gives me the feeling and confidence that we humans can even live reconciled with ourselves and Nature through the deepest wisdom and the awakening to life of what we might call the true human spirit.

The influences that the atmosphere leaves in my soul are special and urge me to keep, in my turn, everything that is valuable and authentic in the spirit of the wonderful energy contained in the stone of the mountain and in the hearts of people, a lasting and solid clarity, a treasure of an entire festival of happiness and fulfillment, when man becomes a mountain and the mountain is human.

Whenever I stop to think about that area, I feel that I no longer try to find my identity, instead finding a story about identity, a story about a culture too old and alive at the crossroads between sky and earth, where I stop, finding myself in peace of the deepest editions of truth.

An endless marathon in the art of simple life in which I walk through living traditions, joy in the holidays, happiness in the serenity of warm smiles, it is so natural and the alchemy is so real that, without any effort, I surprised my self speaking loud "here the human spirit flies freely in the clear sky and through the valleys, up to the height of the wisdom of the mountain itself!"

The green gold of the upland forests is loaded with the gold of the joyful spirit of the people, the valleys shine with light in their voices when they all celebrate Nature together.
To any question they answer you with "We are" or "we have" or "Yes" ... they are so simple that what they wear on their face is the depth of their soul.

My awareness of these resources that we all have within us makes me write incessantly and without limits, enriches my expansion in dialogue with me, opens my door to you, to appreciate the awakening event right in the middle of the road where the show in itself stands in front of me as a simple proof of an equation already known with the same result always - "Love everything!"

The reward of this simple equation is right in the middle of the created micro-universe, which attracts me as if in a flowering sensation and in the center of a demonstration of solidarity, of giving, of receiving, of an impressive cultural capacity, producing an energy that persists forever after event.
The power of the holidays within me, gives me unlimited resources to build this micro-universe, gives me the vitality to participate and to support our entire ability to be simple in every choice we make.

If simplicity is the precursor of happiness in the future, then we may have to start choosing with the realization that we are actually happy in the simplicity of the present.
My appreciation is not verbal, it is real, because I find enough support when I say that this is a form of evolution in fact, which is why Mother Nature has born us, and has transported us over time, we are made of her heart, and for her way of living with her, I feel entitled to thank her on our behalf, of all.

The superhuman effort is not by survival at all as in some cases those people are seen outside the community, and speaking of their extraordinary way of human evolution in the spirit of the law of the human spirit in the heart of Nature, in fact,
the superhuman effort is to remove the structure of modernism, and to keep their simple tradition valuable to every human being everywhere, which seems to me the most decent way to preserve the value of a normal and consistent evolution in the spirit of living together with Nature, a decency that I have never encountered before.
They are too small, not against technology, but trying to adapt the technology in very small and simple parts to their needs only if needed and not to replace new technologies with the traditional things they have inherited over many generations of the past,
but they refuse to give up, trying to defend themselves only with the values they have.

The charm of life in the country lives in the warm steam of traditional dishes from their own home-style food production. The grace of their identity springs from the wisdom that the elders pass on. The food production is essentially the village label, love is essentially their identity in the deepest sense of the concept.
I think we can unify the spark of creativity and imagination about how the future might smile for us in the search for our present inner peace.

The longest road is now, here, the very moment when we can let ourselves embrace at least in the will of our imagination, in which we hear ourselves saying out loud, that we will win the present thinking of the future in the form of a brief moment from this present.

The celebration of the living fire and the gold of our soul awaits us on the highest mountain peaks of happiness and treasure as we are all here under the same sky.
Let us light the lights of the sincere and eternal will for good, in symbols of gratitude and recognition of our own values in the vicinity and in the middle of Nature.

Learning to appreciate this beauty can improve the quality of our lives, as we are able to look deeper and more beautifully meaningfully at people and things in our lives.

I am aware that I have a conscience in the spirit of my human nature and an awakening in which I participate and take part in a multitude of good choices for people, for Nature and I find myself in the conviction that I can let life happen for me through these choices…

Gain the nature from your heart in the area of your values under the coat of unconditional love here, in the Universe and beyond.
Draw the identity on those mountain peaks in the height of the sky, saying in the silent noise of the wind:
"I am here heaven, I am mountain, I am water, I am earth, I am light, I am alive, so I exist!"
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“The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.”
Saint Augustine
as well,
"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

In full transmission of good thoughts,:sun:
Anka

Anka

17th February 2020, 02:13

Welcome to this thread! :flower:

Because we want to talk more about a good future for all of us and everything around us, because we all appreciate the value of a dignity of normal existence, and a level of good stability and predictability in the quality of life, choose a good thought today to guarantee a better tomorrow.

There is no need to write something, or read my thoughts, just do something memorable contributing to the future and maybe future generations will thank you.
The moment when I say that the most expensive thing on this planet is Love, is interrupted by others who come after me and say that the most expensive thing on Earth is time, so between my patience and the rush of others, you can choose to have a good thought and only that.
Your story of a lifetime or your smile today, in the sincerity of a single moment from the present, may be your letter to an idea in the future.

The journal of my soul on Monday,

I browse through memories about the present that composes me, in every drop of the future.The pages of this life remind me to be what I should be, to feel at every moment that I am and do what must be a piece of advice to my soul.

I feel like I am the appearance of a man in the self-portrait of my soul, and without realizing it, I sketch the photograph of my own existence in colors, I present here the chronicle of an age, the sound of my voice, the perfume of the existence of Nature, I am a dozen of good thoughts, and gentle words, I rest my gaze in the sun's rays of my emotions, I am a window open to all others and a mirror to myself, I prepare every morning a new question and an advice that ends the glorious day in the power of loving wisely and to value a good simple resolution.
It is a wonderful gift that I make every day, giving in my turn, the gratitude of being here with you all.
I rest my gaze in the sky, in the deep blue that reminds me of my dream and in all my description of soul, I feel responsible for all the energy that the Sun gives me.

A smile on my lips tells me that I must, for my soul to write, to listen to it, to leave it as it is cheerful in all its innocent play, to let it seek refuge in my good thoughts which I cherish beautifully for him.
Whenever I reach for him I do it to give him something I don't have, just as I do with people feeling so close to them, because I know that if I reach out to just simply give, a star will shine in the light always, a star that was given to me,my only heart.

In the middle of writing, the noise of my mind animates me and a whisper urges me towards the soothing song, singing thoughts that are written in nature and beautiful moments,
hosting me in the inspiration of good and soulful words that I value and collect them all as precious stones in a box of memories about the future.
My box collection is a very large writing that makes me the unknown author of my writings and the reader who receives liberation in the love of reading.

In me, the dedication to read is the holiday inscribed with white in the calendar of my existence when I recognize my blue silk soul, on which a white poem embroiders the smile of happiness alone, and I, the one who writes it, somewhere in the middle,
I am fulfilled in the enthusiasm of that wonderful moment, a moment that creates a place of soul for the soul.

In the wake of my silence, I feel the breath in the emotion of each cell, I take the love for any good experience and I hold it in my chest in the joy and blessing that I can offer it as a gift, something in me that maybe, anyone wants to receive, my friendship as a human being.
I deeply anchor my eyes in the magic of the moment and I wait for the unforgettable event to happen, I float in the innocence of hoping only for good because only from that wave can I choose to give words for which I receive back the smiles of the people who decorate my soul forever and I feel my heart flood with the warmth of love.
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The minute of a smile of life when someone hugs me, gives me again and every time a new life lesson, a beautiful ray of a good hope.
When I walk on the paths of life, life stretches my hand to help me to move on, a dash of wisdom gives me wings to hope to continue my journey.

The rest of this gratitude, that of living, sometimes gives me enough patience, to watch at every step I take, and my support is the dream of believing, of hoping, of saying "It can!", my dream of unconditional love, the touch of life in the life in a divine drop from its very existence, the courage, the determination and the firmness to defend the most precious gift of the future-Love.

A challenging day on Monday draws me irresistibly to reactions and creative thoughts of good and beautiful, but I still wonder how complicated it can be to move from sadness to joy, from tears to smile, from indifference to involvement, from discouragement to enthusiasm, let us be conquered by a positive and harmonious state that we all have in ourselves...

My Monday day makes me responsible for understanding the ease with which any passage can be made, develops me and declares me in my own good energy, exactly at this moment of life, in which I know even more the distant shores of the balance that defines me in just simply living one's own spirit.
So I write here with gentleness, the thought of a good morning with the glorious sun as my guide, thoughts we all have, beautiful and smiling, full of light of gratitude, blessed by the power of love, simple thoughts of kindness, respect, faith in the comfort of experiencing, the forgiveness flooded by indulgence, the understanding given by the color of wisdom, all of these attract to us the miracle of the Universe to "happily happen" to ourselves in this life.

A dream tells me that we are all one being ... a stream of water, the source of the good in us, clean, powerful that can advance with the courage of unstoppable wisdom in the ocean of our existence forever.

At the end of each rainbow on the paths of the dream of life awaits us the treasure we discover at the beginning of the rainbow, so maybe you just wish to give the treasure of your awakening now, and when the writing wants to write, let it write.
At the gates of your mind in unlimited flight, stand an unwritten book, you can decorate it by inserting the precious beads in the daily aspect of your good soul, it smells like the scent of a mountain flower in the in the panorama of its own existence.
Waiting for the train of happiness in the expression of the gentle melody of the wind of life, smiling stands on a bench with the Sun in the soul in the station of all your expectations pleasantly lost among the letters,you declare today to be a good day.
I definitely do that.
The present that lives in me now, pushes me on the path of vulnerability, disclosure and positive values.
I will never stop from my choice to love, to find the utmost comfort in everything that is good, I will never stop from the state of well being in full show of inner peace.
I will always connect with simple words my experiences and those of others to the grandeur of the most natural and real, persistent conditions of life - that of being a human spirit.

In the smell of spring and the light of a firm soul in all the splendor of sensitivity, I say "Hello" to all!
I like to say I am just a simple man, I love everything that is beautiful: children, books, flowers.
I love people and in everything I do, I put my soul into it, without considering it wasted.
I spend my life in the world of childhood and nature and books.
My awakening tells me that life has been generous with me, and my gratitude is in every moment of life, in every experience that shows me the magic and power of the written word from the depths of the soul, becoming the writer of today, for my tomorrow soul, and I would like to offer this to anyone as a gift.
Of course, I have read in my youth memorable works that have perfected my character, of course the good experiences of others' lives or mine, have been a model of intelligence and imagination but especially of knowledge .
Now I write. I write because I feel this way, I write because the state of well-being is important to me, I don't have a plan or fixed ideas to follow, I don't write because I "must" write, but because I feel.

I have hundreds of poems that inspire me to "fly between the worlds", sometimes I also write prose, there is nothing planned.
Adolescence has locked me in a form of enormous freedom and now I write with my soul.
I am inspired by myself when inspiration finds me writing on the threshold of reality about my dream in which I do not talk about anything and at the same time about everything, a whole, which we all deserve.
My pride as a writer is my openness as a reader, because I am equally and a reader, each writing having its role in my development, so I do not criticize anyone with anything, because as I cannot stop writing, I cannot stop reading.
So I am waiting for your thoughts.:flower:
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The culture of our existence always finds us writing in different ways, but writing,
and I think that every writer has his own place, nobody is in competition with anyone and, yes, it is really impossible for a writing to please everyone, no matter how good it is, but I encourage everyone to "write the beauty of the soul" on paper, and time will decide, because any positive writing marks the present and it is immortal in the future.
My urge today, is to be satisfied with the energy of life in a simple and soothing day of Monday and against any obstacles, to be happy as if you have acquired eternal happiness.
Also, write as if fear never existed! As long as you truly believe in your mission you will succeed in writing and putting all the good energy into whole pages, impressing with the beautiful, choosing to convey only the good.:flower:
You can be convinced that you cannot please all people, this is actually the big hurdle, we wait for the validation to come from the outside and we lose in vain the individual creative and transforming inner energy.

The invitation that I address to this article written by me is actually the intention that is written between the rows, the intention is my unconditional love and my quiet walk with what I write.
My sincere intention, therefore love, is in fact the gratitude that I am here in front of the computer and I write, and at the same time my identification with the thought and the hope that things will settle down sometime and we will be recognized as just people from the infinite harmony of the Universe.

That is why I am grateful that I have the fluency of this invitation with which I identify myself in the clarity of the text in the constant indication that I am experiencing the fundamental emotion of recognizing myself in this physical and perhaps nonphysical time with you, with us all together.
It is not a superficial sensation, it is the certainty that runs in harmony in depth, that I am nothing more than love and conscience and when I say this it is when I leave it to the sincerity to say in fact what my right is: "My intention in this life is love ".

In the midst of the transition between polarities, the energy of the infinite field of love seems to live me in a metaphorical reality, and because of this, I have only an observer posture in my thoughts and allow my life to live and love, to flow in its will. .

In all my openness, to exercise kindness, and to learn from everything, from the naturalness of truth, that I exist as a kind of unity and separation simultaneously in a beautiful whole, that we are all ONE, and not only us humans, but all as well what exists, so today I allow myself to see this and the fulfillment that makes me smile today for a better future.

Anka

Anka

1st March 2020, 20:20

The courage to live, an authentic freedom.

The courage to live is the courage to be yourself, at an individual level recognized by you, others and the Universe.
The most exciting work of life, introduces us today and always in the art of communicating with the deepest levels of consciousness.
The living harmony between the daily discoveries of our existence in direct relation to the exploration of our personality and of those around us, It gives us important landmarks to learn how to overcome defeats and suffering as a reference for the present times.

I am sorry for all the suffering caused in the world and for the suffering that is caused to the Planet and all life forms, and compassion goes further than my spirit can reach, but today I am here to talk about the virtue of a hope that each of us has deep within our soul.
I am here to write about this, the courage to live, so if you will ...endure with me together and be a "lover of people and Earth" with me, for our good of all.

It is a choice that we live in, a conscious action by which we assume the determination and maybe more than that it can be a bridge between spirituality and society at an individual human level united in all the description of our desire that everything on a global level should go better and better. And that may be a good thought for the future…

It is said that we should do more than just talk, it is a truth that I and many of us accomplish this every day.
Perhaps the positive and more positive energy in the relationship between us all is already a practical step by which we must not necessarily give our advice to each other, but on the contrary, to stimulate personal reflection and wisdom to release the awakening of consciousness and the positioning of oneself together with the others along the way.
The concept of relational communication through active listening, through the patience to understand the other, begins from the starting point of personal expression in the most sincere way from an individual perspective but formed on the basis of a collective consciousness. It sounds impossible but challenging, as simple as we can assume the joys of our lives.
A personal transformation experiences our reality in such a way that intensity and clarity help us reconfigure our model of how we could interact with the world and the courage to simply live.
21st century education, our social skills, the beauty of our soul, the flow of wishing for us the good in uninterrupted creativity, the competence to take with us the complexity of life in the wave towards evolution, towards singularity, upgrading each piece of information to the state of common social psychology in a good manner,
it gives us the high performance by which sometimes we all manage to recognize the human excellence that consecrates us as beings and unites us as a territory of thought.

The culture of courage makes me live the system with my eyes open, walking quietly through the narrative sense of life in connecting with the roots of the trajectory of my heart in effect of significant certainty for my particular positive ideology, responding collectively to our need for common courage.
Existential risks should make us look deeper into their meaning, should make us rebels of our own wisdom and not make us run from point A to point B.
Because at a certain point we will stop running and adapt to the paths of knowledge once lost and found, through which the stories about WHAT we are looking for they will no longer be relevant and the impressive living story that will live and experience us about HOW we feel when the beginning of our all evolution story forms, is the pure vital legend of the human construction and finally we will evolve into the normal parameters of happiness.:flower:

Personally, I do not think it is about the development of technology against spirituality, I think that the balance in rivalry must take the advantage in the simple form of adapting to the "spirituality of technology within us" through specific individual skills for a common good purpose.:bearhug:

For me life is like a splendid book, an inextricable mixture of daily notation in the fascination of being and learning something every day, a memory in the light of the best memories of what is beautiful, a confession in the pure human light and the sincerity of reveal spiritually in experiences beyond any imagination:
-humor in the simplest light of joy, tragedy in compassion and facts of life, history in the chance to learn in the light of the future from it,
-universality about being open to any new opportunity for evolution and understanding in deep self-recognition and full understanding for others, metaphysics in the acronym of new experiences that I will learn sometime, physiology as a branch of the nature of life in all its complexity and beauty, reading quotes for reflection and the philosophy of existence …
Is anyone with me in this? I think we are many…
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The courage to live the freedom of experiencing life on the wise and serene side, proves the same amazing force of penetration into the truth of things beyond the thick bark of the common place and within reach.
The freedom that enriches us spiritually through good deeds, to which we will feel the need to return not once, in moments of sadness, but also in moments of joy, compete with reality, the reality being the courage to live in full freedom in these times…

By certifying life, and experiencing a direct impact with our way of living and that of others,
we base our infinite standard on positive possibilities, to experience life, and
each event facilitates us to be on the edge of reality, in the myth that seeks us
to individually exploit our own self's potential, our own micro-intuition of approach to more possibilities of realities in all corners of our lives and even in full recognition that we have in us the unlimited belief of good and cognitive resonance by which apart from the fact that we live the joy of being we have the satisfaction of feeling.

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Consistency with which we engage in the strength and vitality of understanding the world in good perspectives, guides us in a process of transformation that deepens the value of synthesizing, ordering, experimenting, acquiring, identifying,
to discover and learn the depth of the role in our own awareness process
at sufficiently high levels, healthy and efficient for the simple role we have to play in the most relevant response that brings us change, life.:flower:

We should share the discovery of each good performance in our lives to experience the distinction and the multiple perceptual major congruence of always intervening positively in any change and result with the empathic intention to participate in any orientation towards a common progress relevant in the content of life for each of us in unlimited human flexibility for common simple good success for all of us. This is my thought I am sharing here with you right now, as I write it.:coffee:
Deeply conscious appreciation of the life in which we operate, gives us good results in our communication skills, in the results of personal and social life, in the competence of creating a conscious creative and effective balance between the need to be motivated and the happiness to inspire others. Not being an essay on what we should do,
...it is a state of fact that I transpose here from my heart.:inlove:

We may have to choose reality as a mythology, living and experiencing mythology in the most authentic sense of reality, thus participating in a whole process of confessions, reactions of changes and plans in the interior progress, wearing the coat of joy of life.
A challenging process, sometimes accelerated, sometimes slows down,which requires divergence in multiple directions and sometimes convergence and focus on details that make the difference,
... a process of interactive events on sufficient occasions to recognize at one point that life lives life by itself when we are positive and our courage is at its maximum.

The teacher in us gives us the specific configuration to always open a new portfolio of innovation in our orientation to learn,
-it makes us pay attention to the behavioral change and the adaptation in step with its own evolution process,
-it forms the verbal and perceptual package of efficient description, interpretation and evaluation between multiple processes of understanding,
-it adapts us, our convictions to the difference between content and process in any new approach and not least, the sustainability of resources and freedom in the positive human ethics of integration in one's own change.

The area in which we choose to develop, is perfecting our talents for ourselves and others because our simple will to involve ourselves in offering our support to others is in fact the support of others in our willingness to help them.

Idealization (of what we do not have) and Discredit (of what we have) are two subtle processes that occur at the level of perception and facilitate decision making. Both lead us to the State of Regret - a continuous struggle of unhappiness with reality.
Although the suffering of many people and Nature is the top subject and I am impressed by its magnitude, there may still be the subtlety of a simple ethics that is in the extremely positive-neutral and inspiring connotation to still bring happiness to others.

The authentic moment when the mindset finds your heart in your best formula in full living consciousness, it can be a paradigm shift in your micro-universe and those around you,
and maybe the start that gives us the challenge, recruits us in a way of fulfillment through the form of patience and wisdom in the comfort of reflecting in every gram of life in full courage that you can choose, clearly, positive, intelligent and balanced, living a different world, a better world.

'Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?"

William Shakespeare

The beginning of my happiness lies in the courage to simply live, I know that you have this freedom, so I have nothing left to say but to say:
Take the courage to live positive today, for our future, for all!
Thank you for your patience and time!:thumbsup:
Love,
Anka

Karen (Geophyz)

2nd March 2020, 16:05

When I was teaching I had a student who was always angry. I used to tell my students that it was important in college not to just learn the subject but learn about oneself. It was important to me that each student believed in themselves and was never afraid to express their opinion in class. I taught geology and it sometimes involves some imagination so I wanted them to explore and learn to use their minds. I believe that you must be at peace with yourself in order to let your mind expand and discover new ideas. If your mind is closed you cannot learn or discover.

Well this one young man was failing my class and I told him I was a free tutor and set up a schedule for him to come in and get some help. He was angry all the time and believed in nothing or anyone. He came to my office for tutoring one night and I had just received the call that my father had passed away. I had spoken with Dad the night before and my family has a bit of a different view of death but that is not the point of this story. My student came in and I explained what happened and told him we would go ahead and have our session and he said "So where is your God now that you need him". Which led us down a completely different path. We talked for some time about my beliefs and his anger. He eventually passed my class...just barely but he passed. Time passed. A couple of years ago I got an email out of the blue, it was this young man. He told me he needed to thank me. He said after college he went on his way and continued to blame everyone and everything for his short comings in life. He got into drugs and one night he overdosed and wound up in the hospital very close to death. A thought entered his mind, it was something I said to him the night of our session. He said it was like a light and he hung onto it and made it out of the darkness. He turned his life around after that night and he wanted to thank me for what I said to him. I asked him "what did I say?" He told me that wasn't important, what was important was that I never gave up on him and I gave him a gift that night that even he didn't realize until he needed it.

My point of telling this story is that everyday we affect those around us and most of the time we don't know. Not only people but nature as well. We would all do well to make sure we are modelling in a way that we would want others to see. It starts with kindness, kindness to others, to nature and most importantly kindness to yourself. It must be in your heart in order to share it with others.

Bill Ryan

2nd March 2020, 19:09

Anka

2nd March 2020, 21:57

Thank you Geophyz for writing your experience here, your writings bring consistency and generosity along with the sincerity and especially the simplicity of being original, and I appreciate them.:bigsmile:

For the sovereignty in the sincerity you develop, allow me to give you a gift, a song that you like
You can just listen to the song without reading ... my "long" philosophies :)

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Thank you for your story, the story is the wonderful route of a wish and the destination of a confirmation in the future of the value of your intention to help! The substrate of the story I think is not about intention or desire but it is more of a developed form of will.
The beautiful words spoken from the heart and the conscious gratitude, sustained by an equal feeling of what is, give a special flavor to our lives.
The wonderful meadow of a simple life story, contains the experiences, the sense of profound existence, the good emotions, added to the value of what they are, the most wonderful news of development and evolution of the human nature.

This is a suite of sharing of wonderful happenings in a normal life, but in the deepest state of recognizing the value of good, the future should preserve only what is a good story, meant to support the term in all its beauty, "to raise awareness" by how wonderful life is.

You alone are a confession of the beauty of life and your story engraves the greatest gifts we can give to others.:heart:

Yes, the beautiful virtue of thanks and gratitude, a perspective of the deepest value of love, is a safe investment for the future, for others first and foremost. The words of thanks, spring from a warm, sincere and grateful heart, give life, it forms the pattern of a new awakening and bring the value of an important structural part in the relationship between people.

I have seen quite “uplifting” examples of anger, it seems to be an unbelievably great form of human suffering.
Anger can become a form that covers every trace of beauty, breaks down any idea of good, grinds the whole body, and disfigures the face of the soul until complete exhaustion.
Admiration, honesty and the power to recognize what is good sometimes, comes in compensation for all the suffering, so sometimes we deserve to be what we are for ourselves and others, we deserve to have what we have for what we manage to see around us and in our hearts and those of others.
The life crowned by all the ornaments of existence: The Universe, the sky, the Earth, the light, the air, the water, the food, the heat, the body, the soul, the treasure of consciousness and the eternal gift of giving a moment of everything we have to the others, brings the reward with each breath.
In the treasury of our souls we know that we all have reasons to be grateful, from the ethical and moral perspective of our own existence and the virtue of gratitude, approached from the etymological, linguistic, dogmatic point of view makes the difference and reference in the individual value of each one in the most personally way between when we say a "Thank you" and when we bring a "reward" for benefit of love.

It is said that patience begins only when your patience is over.

You offered the gift of patience from the depths of your soul and it was a gift that blessed you and him at that moment, the future was gentle with your gift and the reward came later in an extraordinary but beautiful way. It is simply fantastic wonderfully…:heart:
I am convinced that the reward has meant a lot to you but the most important thing is what it meant to him, the moment when he offered you the reward - in fact your help and his reward were more important for his evolution.

I saw such angry people near me, not as a assignment but as an availability that meant that I had to talk to them every day, it was as a matter of fact at that time.
All I could do was stand to listen to them as if I had been immobile in time and space but deeply moved at the same time by their suffering. I happened to be asked by them, with a slight trace of hopelessness and nervousness: "Why am I so bad?",
and I, not having the necessary training to respond to this, just managed to somehow identify the period of crisis they are going through without disturbing their own perception so as not to hurt them, but to bring perception on a simple good way at a choice.
I only managed to give some advice from my own "philosophy" of life captured from my experiences but I never received any reward from these people, although I saw in their eyes "their own good evolution" through my advice and in the depth of the soul I always smiled with the result.:heart:

Wide space of availability and indulgence, your power to be near his suffering, has created a form of recognition in the future of your own efforts.:heart:

The gratitude always manifests itself by itself, even if we express it, it has a fantastic unknown imprint on the time, space and matter, I don't know how to say it but I know how to feel it :star:
We are now present in a beautiful debate of what we are currently learning,
but at the same time we are maybe the “spokesmen” of our own existence in a great retrospection to a whole community that may be humanity in the future.
It seems to be a huge responsibility but it is, in principle, an important item in the catalog of our entire existence together.

It is an impressive story your story, takes into account not necessarily perseverance but the infinite patience you had, you set aside everything to create a perfect space where you could quietly demonstrate your love.:heart:
Your profession has brought you to the level of soul expertise beyond your own results, because yes, the profession to educate is fantastic and of huge proportions in direct impact with human nature and beyond.:heart:

I do this in the present again, almost daily, I talk to people who can't handle it, not even in less difficult problems, they park themselves on a path full of blockages,
and when they see a light source they hardly manage to cling, but every drop of joy in their soul brings me "reward" and confirms my hope of further help.

It is not a sacrifice for me, on the contrary, it is and will be an opportunity to be generous with the creation of beautiful, my dedication to constantly help exclusively for the most unhappy examples of life, seems to be the happiness of my heart on a journey with and for others, a gift of compassion and kindness spread in the positive sense in the "whirlwind" of existence until far in time, where a future will always be born.

With gratitude,
thank you again.
Anka

raregem

18th April 2020, 21:47

A Special Message from Nia Peeples, Dr. Bruce Lipton, and Dr. Rashid A Buttar
We are being asked to have loving intentions at 11 p.m./11a.m./11p.m./11a.m. starting Saturday evening your time. Cosmically ushering in some amazing energies.
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Molly McCord (astrologer) describes the specific energy coming in soon.
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Anka

19th April 2020, 06:25

Clarity, harmony and spiritual power, a new series of adaptations and intelligence to increase the potential of cosmic consciousness, a festival of the whole world connected to one place, a scene in the atmosphere of phenomenal and impressive unconditional love, a cradle of life that quantifies by excellence the balance and dynamics of the unmatched resident boundless freedom of the spirit of the whole humanity.

I announce for a long time this single moment of connection festival only through, good love, beautiful harmony, the gift of significant elements in the evolution of the human spirit that we all have.:flower:

It is so important the authenticity and the presence of sharing in positive energy, that in an appropriate collective flow of peace, harmony, clarity, intelligence, free spirit, spontaneity in agreeableness, moral beauty, wisdom in the phenomenon of participation through the act of life to perfection spiritual emancipation and escape,

...the synchronicity in an expedition of intentional emission factors in constant victory, an emotional healing in the perfect structure of creativity through optimism and lust for life, the gentleness in the confession by which we shout and confess consciously the largest and most amazing message in the history of mankind, a revolution of a good and evolutionary correspondence in a continuous intra-dialogue with our interior with everyone else, with heaven and Earth, with the Cosmos and soul, all together and many other individual artifacts of relational spiritual synchronism,
it can lead to the completion of a new wave of collective consciousness and it may be a moment when only together we can dedicate a good thought today for our future tomorrow, it is, if you want an individual poly unit concept formed in a mass of vitality and magnetism-vibrational transparency balanced on the edge and in the center of all the knowledge we have or not, in the art of truth on the border between history, astrology, science, spirituality culture or civilization, an explosion of a new energy wave in which we will participate.

Yes. I will do this for sure, with the difference and hope that we will all add value to this tour of intentional force in the vision of the general good, and in my vision, I will always make a new step in knowing my cosmic plan of clarity and freedom , I will resemble the only chromatic epithet that perfects my silvery blue soul in serene seeds of happiness for people, Earth, Universe and beyond,but I expect a rebellious and wise meeting together, one that will bring a new, constructive spiritual meaning and good architecture in spirit and in a broad sense in all our senses, peace.:flower:

In the word of love,
Anka

aoibhghaire

19th April 2020, 23:54

The Volunteers: The Telepathic Version (7.5 mins)

Short video about "Earth" from the perspective of two "others" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0VEjEINzKA

This illumining and inspiring story tells the tale of the star seeds coming to earth to assist in creating a new world of peace in One World Family.

One World Family is a sister and brotherhood of people that
transcend traditional limitations to form holistic social bodies that are
heart-centred in spirituality, universal in ethics, sovereign as communities,
self-governing in organization, vibrant in economy, artistic in creation, and joyous in celebration, through integral cultural dynamics and infrastructures.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0VEjEINzKA

Anka

20th April 2020, 07:05

Thanks for posting aoibhghaire:), the video pronounces, among other things, an almost exact science of spirituality, a philosophical report for printing the communication tools in a cognitive approach
for the study of human values and condition from the perspective of moral principles and the role in social life of valid reference.
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I am impressed by such a process by different definitions, components and meanings throughout our awakening living, which should find us all in a kind of authentic individual behavior established throughout a constant meditative communication broadcast in the a procedural channel that can be found at a given time in a diversified way, together with a validation of spiritual freedom, without the need for normative, descriptive, explanatory or applied agents.

The identity of the people in our society implies and results the effect in two facets of approach that prescribe the efficiency or inefficiency of the self-imposed or conjunctural reactionary ethics, and in a lack of depth of regulatory prescriptions we have managed to materialize through standards dependent on a competitive system. and leadership, heavily reflects the truth of our almost lost identity, through self-constraint, marginalization and ignorance in the bosom of the community itself.
But all of these are just states of fact and the result of feelings are only passing states of mind, and history has for all time shown us that states of fact are always changing and negative states of mind cannot last long.

Also, spiritual identity is a standard of ethics applied and involved in the very key conduct of life, in the autonomy of the soul and the responsibility of each spirit, it is in the relevant education axis in the individual effectiveness of self-intuitive free information.
We will have to get rid of the structure of today's society which is not at all flexible (in my opinion it is a kind of weird intra-community tyranny), we will have to get rid of the leading institutions and the media, we will have to constantly replicate standards of professional ethical order but not in the sense of humanity's self-destruction by abuse of freedom and trust, incompetence and manipulation, but on the contrary in the sense of common trust capital based on a large set of values such as truth, freedom, utility, responsibility and reciprocity in values of common expressions with intrinsically optimal supreme content and good ethics integrated into individual and collective sovereignty at the same time.

The foundation and contextualization of such stages (no matter what we would say it seems easy but difficult to achieve or vice versa) comes, as usual with a kind of behavioral coding in full veracity of facts and so we must be careful (wake up) and loyal in principles of unity, coherence and homogeneity of facts.

My intimate sphere of awakening through scriptural-metaphysical documentation at/in/between different plans, is already put in the service of the community, but I expect the agreement in a communication balance aimed at simple things and within the reach of anyone in expressing the unconditional love at a sufficiently high level to we have the availability in full acceptance of beautiful even to die for the good of others.

I keep instead, but always waiting, the honesty of a simple and wonderful concrete fact, I'm just a human being, but that's just the key.
So I step into the mystery of my earthly existence and in the Cartesian spirit, from the library of my flames of words (my awakening here and everywhere), the moment of a future present, shouting softly: "Who wants to be a human being with me today !? " because we are, we will always be everywhere, human nature,and our heart in full discernment between matter and soul that always plays the wonderful song of love of the Universe, will always label us in the inheritance of the entire planet.:)

pueblo

20th April 2020, 11:44

Spur of the moment verse for my brothers and sisters here... :)

Spirit we are and we do possess,
unlimited potential from nothingness,
Nothing to fear if we just let go,
the One we all are we must come to know.

Anka

20th April 2020, 13:32

Thank you pueblo for the artistic creation in the spiritual movement of lyrics, a dedication of courage and sensitivity in the power to act together.
The wonderful story in the metaphor of life is the very charm of poetry to live it and if we stay as close to a tree under the clear sky in the bright clarity of the stars, he will always transmit the frequency of each verse or deeply spiritual finding to the entire life cycle in the Universe and on Earth.
We just have to try to be close to each other.
Life offers us thousands of opportunities that inspire us to still be happy.

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"We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity"
"Intuition is really a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current of life."

Anka

3rd May 2020, 20:38

Just a thought today:
I'm walking...

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In every moment of our existence we have the opportunity to go through a spiritual itinerary and sometimes we do not realize that we are preparing for the solemnity of a single stimulated moment, intermediate between the guide of a reflection and the seconds of existence that we really live, so we must experiment.
Between the salt that calls us to respond to the Earth and the light that guides the expression of our inner presence, everything absolutely must be considered.

Maybe reality, celebration and individual faith, can become emblematic in the context of our journey, because discernment in any inspirational reason is at our fingertips, along with any path on what, impressively, all we do is walk.

But the vocation to walk is an encouragement, we must have the courage for A trust that is meant to turn into an essential mission that will find us along the way if we keep at least our hearts open.:heart:
Attitude and example of love without hesitation, discover the foundation of a construction that can announce any moment in our lives as an good advice to continue...

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The spiritual archive of each inner eye in the calibration and power of the value of truth in an ethic of correlated and re-contextualized subjectivity, on an extremely wide nonlinear scale, can at any time lead to a clear record of describing and explaining advanced states of consciousness such as and the path to Enlightenment in a kind of dialogue of spirituality that will no longer take into account how advanced or novice we are.

The question would not be whether we have what it takes, but instead whether we will be able to present ourselves to this completely objective and replicably sovereign moment, in a wonderful way of comprehensible expansion of being vulnerable in the most positive way, because life is more important than the time against which the "hours" themselves could become alive in an expansion, when we really want to reach our destination.

Any experience is important, any tangent with inner experiences revolves into an even incomprehensible but self-evident catalyst in what we traditionally call overcoming the opposites of duality and non-duality, it is an advanced spiritual revolution that could be called a self-consciousness. .. in the heart of the whole positive absolute :)

Our abilities(each person has) are the reasons for the nature of the way we want to take the journey forward, to the unexpected point where we end up saying:
"Although we did not understand at that time what was happening to us, there was still nothing to say about it," not because it no longer matters, but because the portal of perfect wisdom has always been infinitely open, even in the vanguard of a noisy tumult of the world in which silence speaks in deeds of inner recognition in favor of the wonderful vibration that surrounds us.:sun:

The educational, cultural, spiritual context, and how we enhance the real effect of living simply becomes a review of how we have managed to emphasize and shape our entire solar spiritual construction, becoming ourselves a source of spirituality of the single field of heritage in the dignity of truly conquering the title of being honorable in the expression of life.

And some music ...
Favorite music can always bring a supreme moment of constitutive collection in the journal of our wonderfully individual consciousness.
Enjoy:)

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Anka

3rd May 2020, 23:13

Searching among older ideas, I renewed myself

...in other ideas that I will complete from now on, towards the future...

-Memories lost for a while, continued to live and flourish in my heart.

-Love is an abundant energy, a creation that flows into our souls and into an entire universal philosophy.

- Living in a house of mirrors, reminds me of the fountain of love that nourishes us with devotion, with the purest nectar of life - water, an instrument of light in a continuous interdimensional transcendental revelation, in the vibrational passion of life in the catalog to an entire Cosmos.
- The connection in perfect attraction of absolute integration, awaits the casting of the greatest foundation consolidated in correlation and absorption of good in a palpable moment where our song of union and unity, will demonstrate the power of the human race.
Maybe then, we will become invisible to those who force us to remain in their dimension, and we will all be happy without "them."
- The moral content, symbolic in the manner of a deep spiritual meaning uninterpretable in the ordinary nature of each one, must be the guiding expression everywhere.
- Not talking about the truth behind each notion of existence seems to be a misunderstood privilege.
-The benefit of having conflicting ideas in our head requires a certain effort but also a talent to always be aware, the choice can often be irrelevant.
-The time has always been to revolutionize society back to the true future to which it belongs.

-The ability to choose seems to be a comfortable and pleasant daily court in which we sometimes indulge only to define what is wonderful in this world.
Although purity cannot survive in this world, but we have the freedom to update every notion of perception in favor of good, it is difficult to be true not only with principles but with the differentiation of the act of voting and choosing good.
It is NOT easy, it is not difficult, it is imperative.
In an indefinite margin of error in the midst of today's society, we choose with only the power to think for yourself and maybe less for others, and
especially in the balance in balancing every little mistake or good deed can be to the advantage or disadvantage of an enormous obvious precedent evolution in universal existence.
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-I collect a reception for an" immediate and supreme individual trial"

I represent myself in this world, I am responsible for my judgment here, I file a complaint and I represent myself and it is not about contradictions, it is about the balance of judgment in favor of the disadvantage of the supreme truth ...
if I die I inherit my value as a human being on asphalt and between the negativity of the earth and the positivity of the air - a certain tradition that revives the creation of the value to which we are in fact subordinated, a first law of nature, the law of an entire universe.

These are just thoughts ...
Sometimes we act in accordance with some living and intelligent natural laws of Mother Nature, sometimes not.
Causative circumstances related to discernment, feeling, act, will, intellect can manifest peace, leaving aside what we can approve or not, a fullness equally developed with balance in full force of precise harmony, impalpable proof, but clear that everything is recorded in eternity.

NewParadigmGuy

8th May 2020, 12:20

May all beings everywhere be happy and free, and may the thoughts, words, and actions of my own life contribute in some way to that happiness and to that freedom for all.

Anka

10th May 2020, 22:44

The concept of unconditional love lives in all of us, the art of being able to dedicate a good thought is the very simplicity of choosing with the power of our soul.

Thank you NewParadigmGuy for your thought here that comes from your soul and transmutes further into the horizons and oceans of time now and in the future, by the simple action of a word in the power we all have, a word in the very power of life

The grace to open a door to the happiness of any being everywhere through your very awakening and emotion to authenticate your desire for good in words, is a witness to the deepest spiritual moral law, that of our precious individuality and spiritual reason, to each of us.
Words in honor of love and peace flow with time and form in our minds unforgettable notions when we calligraph with the simple will of good, the resonance of our soul here and everywhere.
Your words are the echo of my soul and the whole fullness of living life on Earth, in the Universe and beyond.
May happiness become the particle of life itself everywhere, so be it!

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I add to this my happiness to simply live, as it is, for in the depths of my soul I tremble in the perfection and meaning of the smallest thought of good, I look at the starry sky in memory of the only flower opened in the spring of thoughts, here on Earth , the flower of knowledge that stands before us.
A flower that marches in our full existence, the sacred of beauty, the creation in a blessing and dedication in the white of hope and the perfection of alignment with our status, of free human beings in spirit and body.
A good thought that dedicates in the soul of words, the value of perseverance and patience in seeds of wisdom, a portal of the will of the transmigration of good thoughts in the refrain of the joy of being able to give love.
It's simple.
Our connection with the creative imagination builds the clairvoyance of an intention already propagated through the essence of the source of our consciousness in the existence of a moment now as a score in a whole symphony of life.
So join my hand in the greatest chorus of joys in full freedom of life, not to ignore these times but to give importance to the most important positive ways of access in our own existence in the inner power of each.
Let us breathe, relax, close our eyes and carefully open our hearts and begin to color the canvas of our common creation as a human race, in the colors of our souls truly refractory according to our will of all.
The rhythm of synchronicity, naturalness and simplicity, will exceed through us the value of the only truth in our own will to simply give.
What are you willing to offer today as an impulsion to the whole human race to bless a better future?

I make sure to accept myself and love myself as I am, that is why I can offer unconditional love in the character of my good will, that is why I love people everywhere and any being that can be called alive, a blade of grass a good plasma energy, a cloud, a thought or a word in its living force.

I am grateful that I am at peace with myself and with everything around me, that is why I would like to consolidate peace in everyone's soul for the pacification of a better path of existence in the future.
I am grateful that by discovering love in myself, I can share it with others!

So, the thought of always and today:
"Does your innocent soul want to go out and play with mine?":bearhug::heart:

The voice of my soul sings in the joy of a thought that maybe one day we will all be united for the better on this planet.
Through love and understanding we change reality, we develop our intuitive side, we learn to listen to our inner voice, we discover the truth of our soul, we are grateful for the love and clarity that flows through us in this mirror of positive thoughts in the unique and wonderful experience of individual awakening.
... for the benefit of others, we will be able to allow billions of good opportunities and experience to flow through us.

When the will knocks at the gate of your hearts, open the door, fully awakening the spirit in the light of the expansion of your own field of energy and clairvoyance.
We must descend in patience to motivate in a way of reflection, dreaming and continuous regeneration of the spirit in good clear and pure emotions in the reason of inspiration.

Open the field of your safety, NEVER fear death, choose to honor your good feelings constructively, if you search, you will find how.

You are the support, the path and the truth of everything you think you deserve more, you are the perfect restoration in full force of freedom, wisdom and happiness, the release of fulfillment in spiritual escape and its capitalization for the benefit of others, you are present, confirmation and affirmation in your additions as a living being, a blessing that you can offer also to others.:heart:

Choose with discipline, diligence and duty the model of saying "YES" to life, laying the foundation of the only source of good creation, that of giving before receiving.
I am moving in the direction of total awakening by bringing about positive changes in life. I create new, healthy habits. My thoughts and actions lead me in the direction of amplifying love, health, vitality. I increase my energetic vibration at the level of peace, harmony, well-being. I am grateful that my unity with the Spirit gives me the strength to create a beautiful life, but,
I am waiting for the moment of spiritual union of an entire human race ...
Is there anyone with the will here today? because I will wait in time horizons in fulfilling this thought :)

Some of the drawings which I do that talk about my truth ...
Any good thought is a dedication in the spirit of inheriting our soul values.

Love,
Anka
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Anka

12th May 2020, 05:35

I try to start with the note that was going to be at the end, but I put this note at the beginning in the hope that I will be less boring :) :)
All the best to everyone!

As a personal note this morning :)

Until two days ago, I strongly believed that I did not deserve to pray for myself and that there were quite a few beings who needed my prayer instead.
A good friend the other day told me that I am also a child of Creation and that I deserve all the good, now I don't want to see if the prayer works, I want it to work so I can see ... :) and it works!

Another friend used to tell me, "You have to change yourself in order to change the world" ... and I would say, "You are so dear to me but this is such a cliché" and now I live and breathe. changing me only for the whole world, because everything I do, what I think are destined as a whole for my change together with others in the world.
Someone used to say that sometimes it's frustrating to sit next to people who don't want to learn anything new ("it's like learning a turtle to walk"), now I'm standing there waiting for the rest of the wave of humanity, without which I would be nothing, I'm basically glad I'm a turtle, and yes, I can walk slowly for ages.

For those who supported me in the whole monologue, thank you. I hope you managed to read faster than I managed to translate into English for hours :)
Support me, because you are dear to me (it's not a reason, it's a fact)

Yes, I now drink coffee with a drop of iodine in it, as I learned from a good friend, good advice for life:)
A cup of coffee for you and a big thank you,
With love for readers, visitors and angels,
the same Anca.

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An undeclared war built on false currencies,
it gives us time now to think about the future, it gives us a moment of reflection on life while life impels us to think in a good constructive spirit.
We register the agreement to be aware of the calibration of our thoughts, feelings and actions every time we see the beauty around us.
The truth is that the planet is breathing, so let's breathe with it.

We are all first and foremost an entire human species and then universal citizens.
The treasure of our heritage, holds us all together, we just have to discover it. We need the sentence of the strongest discourse of awakening that lies in the depths of our hearts.
We need motivation to bring history to its knees in the face of a pure reason of particular heroism under the common voice of our only weapon, the will.
In these times of hardship, the only time we can address the discourse of our soul is now.
Everyone's stake, no matter how huge and neutral, lies in a brilliant and overwhelmingly natural message in everyone's mind and soul.
The power of victory can lie even in our suffering and vulnerability as a species, I think of a culture in which we can say gently: "We let ourselves be conquered precisely so that we can later lead in the ethics of patience."
Basically, in a picture falsely generated by a society, we can, if we have the will and the strength of character, to displace our entire treasure trove of human values in the face of any challenge.
An entire platform of good thoughts indexed in a unique and unprecedented collection, in a unitary movement.
We need real time - now and we need a viable network - here on Earth. Write your good message here, for the good of all, and maybe you will be able to mobilize an entire nation in the future.

No matter where we are in the world, let us be connected to everything that happens through delegation to our own project to serve the opportunity to help in the wonderful emotion that we each have the ability to open the window to the wave of good.

Let us be a true voice of the only campaign - our existence, let us live permanently for the encouragement of others, for the promotion of spiritual freedom, for the union in unprecedented vibrations of what completes the beauty of this planet - the nation of human beings.

A simple writing, a simple good thought, can become the future ideological engine, gathered in the coalition of the most precious thoughts, the coalition of a source of inspiration and deep guidance in common terms well punctuated by minds and souls united on a single approach - that of beauty.
We cannot generate love without beauty, but beauty surrounds us in the innocent spirits of good people, in the wonderful dynamics of this planet, so beauty is, love is missing as an ingredient in the decisive truth of our own destiny.

In our past The planet and life on this planet have suffered, many ancestors through their sacrifice to fight in full freedom of spirit have left supreme good energies from which we all managed to learn, and all our powers and abilities together prove us to be what we are and by the grace of inheriting the good will to be human.

In all the beautiful bustle of this world, we seem to live in a monumental silence of what should be our wave of awakening, but this has always happened.

Although this would be a good time to say that the silent prayers of an entire timid human race bring the truth to the fore, often in unspeakable but deeply detached morals in energies so ample that they can dictate the smooth running of the world. our precious reality-life.

If we talk about justice and ideal before the wildest organized force against the human race, I will personally cover with it, my noble right to be only a human being and trust in the only "battlefield" I have, the wisdom of to try to understand our soul heritage.
Sometimes it even helps in the way that everyone can understand.

Our wealth for our name, our planet and our future as human beings, can reside in the formation of a very long patience,
in which, perhaps future generations will endow our expectation with a culture guaranteed to the spirit of good,
in which the nature of our wisdom will encompass the fruits of the future in sweet metaphysical fragments of the present metaphor.

The moral of a better future can be the very guidance of our being, in the strongest statement, precious dedication in the seed of good mastery in a memorable speech, multiplied and transmitted in an astonishing continuous energetic effect.

If we embody this moment in eloquent positive thinking and feeling in the emotion of unconditional love, we can unquestionably evoke together the most beautiful extraordinary manifesto that urges resistance in the love of people, love of the planet, honor for life and beauty.

If tears fall on your face and you think you are run at the end of a war, do not be afraid, now go beyond the nature of the facts, remember with the power of your ingenuity and intuition that you are actually at the beginning of peace in the face of the greatest miracle in the universe. and further - life.

My thoughts for today:
Let's have together the courage and the power to breathe happily together with this wonderful planet, amazingly called suggestive Earth.

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Our inner strength will bring us together one day.

Love and peace,
Anca

NewParadigmGuy

12th May 2020, 14:20

My thought for today is borrowed from forum member "Delight":

"I envision a world where every single cell is in love with every other cell..."

Anka

12th May 2020, 21:11

My thought for today is borrowed from forum member "Delight":

"I envision a world where every single cell is in love with every other cell..."

Very wonderfully transposed!:heart:

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I will sing this for the health of all people in a joy of life :) and anyone can sing with me :) !!

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I throw into the Universe the seeds of happiness that bear the imprint and structure of what completes us as human beings in infinite trillions of expressions that underlie the unity of life.:flower:

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NewParadigmGuy

13th May 2020, 11:37

My thought for today is borrowed from Inelia Benz:

"Remove the veil of forgetfulness
from myself and all beings
Who were born on earth
to embody and co-create
the high-frequency paradigm experience
NOW."

NewParadigmGuy

13th May 2020, 11:57

I throw into the Universe the seeds of happiness that bear the imprint and structure of what completes us as human beings in infinite trillions of expressions that underlie the unity of life.:flower:

Now that's what I call a gardener! :clapping:

Anka

22nd May 2020, 21:57

Water culture

What's the story of the water in your glass?
In our glass of water can be hidden an entire mythology inscribed between the world of water and that of land. Which side are you on?
In a world ruled between ether and beings, what is the primary symbol that reborns you in this world every time you feel awake?
What is the ocean of your being, the one in which you lose yourself and gain knowledge?
In a world of modern mythology, the waters still flow, breathe and follow their course, do you follow them?
At the end of the world and in the depths of the oceans in the darkness of knowledge in which you must shine, there are realms and the unknown to which you attach yourself in order to cross it, is this a form of existence?
Considering that we live among fabulous creatures in our underwater existence, how easily can we at some point identify which is one of the elements that purifies and regenerates our soul?
Considering that we feel surrounded by a vastness called the ocean in the depths without a map, will we curse the rage and continuity of the water while we already feel drowned or will we create a sublime world of the only element that surrounds us and we will recognize the flow that carries on paths built by water as the perfect harmony between the very genesis of water and the ideal of water beauty ?

How many hypostases do we need throughout human history to understand what water means, because while I ask that, we all feed on water.

Between myth and reality, between earth and water, how many times have we all heard about living water? Every time we looked at a glass of water, a waterfall, a lake, a spring and a river, thinking that it represents vitality, regeneration and resurrection for any living being and Nature.
How many times have we lived in our hearts, united in glances lost in innocence and hope in the fine rays of the sun united with the endless sea?

How many times, looking at the endless sea, have we felt that we become the sea itself lost in the eastern horizon, where the will is ready to understand the magnitude of the water in us?
When the light is on our side and the water in us vibrates in every wave of emotion of life, look at the magnitude and voice of a spring, thinking that you can resemble its strength and energy, water awaits us for so long, there in a river of time and water genomes.
You are the hero of the water in you and the spring in you will always take you home!
Let the water bring you down in the wave of love that you create and to rise to the heights of an essential thirst, which projects the structure, the tone of consciousness and the embrace of the absolute perfect.
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So honor water as your own illustration (thinking about why sometimes water devours us from within, you can always talk to water) the magical property of water will always come close to the nature of the wave you transmit.
If you think of a prospect of fear and myth of helplessness then water will rush into the flood of filling your soul, if you think of water as medicine for the soul, if you drink it with honor (not excessive veneration) and with the thought that it has a force of invincible life in the grace of a light of hope of a ray of sunshine, you can become with water, even that ray of sunshine in such a magical and perfect way that you will feed forever in the biocircuit of light in the life of living water , inspired by your own water of time.
The nobility of our souls traverses splashes of oceans and galaxies of light time, let our hearts float in the grace of the water, ready for the journey.
The color of the light in the water reflects an entire universe inside and out, a vital factor of creation in cosmic culture and in the fertilization of inspiration.
The waters stimulate the imagination, give birth to dreams and daydreams, provoke philosophical reflection and, not infrequently, arouse life in the subconscious, express a state of exuberance, joy, delight of the eye and soul in front of "big" waters (seas and oceans), which fuels the latent longing to travel to the unknown, a talent we all have.

Our heart is burning without wings to be able to fly so we can throw ourselves to swim in the arms of the water, which will always protect us.
The reverie of water, a mixture of exaltation and intelligent emotion, takes two forms: one sensory, of exacerbated feeling of the senses, the other, elaborate, precious, of the lavish mirage of wealth and radiance.

The virtue of sensory voluptuousness in raindrops of wisdom, which we taste standing barefoot and with open arms on a field in the endless rain, having in front and in the soul the feeling of infinity and universal eurythmy in a well-known song.

Beyond the purifying sands of life, water amplifies and justifies, proves reasons of inspiration and solid forms of transfiguration and expression, is a mirror of our only lasting essence, a source in the world with a metaphorically divine charge through which you can see everything.
The courage of the water, the caste that serves life in an artistic rhythm, the pure and gifted vision in the symbol of the resurrection, the thorn of skill in grace and the judgment of going through the waves of times, reserve the picture of gentleness in the spirit of order, diligence of destiny and love of life.

A translucent blue shining honey planet carries us on waves of knowledge in vibrations of love, through the story of the oceans through the culture of a symbol of transformation, identification, growth, development and evolution, recirculation in power, and tenacity, we are so small in front of a single wave that we can only be followers of a new wave as long as it is good, we will be strong and worthy docile.
You can see, with your eyes closed, running water, you can see the groundwater, you can see with your eyes closed the fluffy clouds on a clear blue sky, you can see the water in the buds of a tree branch, in a bird's nest where life catches wings, you can see the water flowing from a person's eyes, in full artistic emotion, you can say that your water "thinking and feeling" in the log of existence, you can see and understand the peace to greet the water, gently and thanking with gratitude.

Gather the dew of a morning in an interpretation preceding life and the desire for good in the world, open in your heart the most ecstatic dance of joy, letting your good intention transcend the morning mist, in a sacred fascination in your imagination, as when you open the gate of the world so that I do not know how many times in the full blessing of life, you are revived in the creative mythology of the light in the water that teaches us.

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Allow yourself today, at least now, to let yourself be overcome by thirst - by the thirst for light, by the promise of water in the hope of truth and purity.
Start looking for simplicity in the steps of gentle waves, in the soothing sound of the song of life, learn to cherish the story of water and when you miss yourself and other people, learn to find water in yourself and its sweetness.
I have a culture of my own related to water.
I think water is alive and also because it is alive, I cherish it so much that I thank it every time I drink it.
I pray for the springs of the earth more than anything, I often follow their path in my prayers and my good thoughts often flow with them.
Sometimes water explains infinity to me in a way that words are useless, I wish I could write it in splashes of light scattered in rainbows of colored plasma in the Universe, it is rare and wonderful that water really exists.
I pray for the springs of the earth more than anything, I often follow their path in my prayers and my good thoughts often flow with them.
Water is my awakening light and my material fulfillment in this world, I honor water as much as I honor life as a whole.

Every drop of water flowing from the source through a live "pipe", to water the existence, brings me the spark of hope for a way as good as possible for all living things, and I cannot waste it flowing without fulfilling its purpose, her will is free of mine and I respect her.

So the personification of water is deeply rooted in my soul, I have the whole chapter in the book of my knowledge "words that flow with water", I have so many connections with water that it does not necessarily support a number, rather a whole law of water which for me is life.

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Philosophy and the legacy of water culture are consumed in alliance with time and life harmoniously, now as I write about it, and although I am like a sleepwalker in this story called existence, I am willing to stop in place forever to learn the philosophy of water.
These are just fractions of ideas from a book, a book where words will flow in the art of water over time, where the sentence of a consciousness thirsty for beauty, will define my path and spring my alternative of knowledge synonymous with life, but this is the cradle of my awakening, about which I may one day, also metaphorically, be able to speak.

If you are thirsty for water in the depths of your soul, then do not forget that you are only a drop away from knowing it.

Anca.
Enjoy :).

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Anka

22nd May 2020, 22:23

Sometimes we cry while we laugh, sometimes we stand still while we walk, sometimes we believe while we dream, sometimes we leave while we come and we get lost dying while we live.

Everyone needs a hug, although we live in a world where we remember sometimes to love and offer simple things from the heart, human things that are not related to material needs but to the deep needs of the soul.
Soul gifts are sincerely appreciated from the heart when you help someone sincerely, we must observe the words of politeness said for common sense and not out of need.

We must pay attention to sincere and kind-hearted people, to those who still say "sorry", "forgive me" or "please" with sincerity and depth.
The good deeds in the world we do and their good effect should be like a parental kiss on the forehead for us, a warm blessing in full respect and mutual protection.

I know, I'm not saying anything new, I'm not talking about what we already know, I'm talking about the importance of these things, an importance that particularly completes the virtue of being human in this world and the pleasant feeling of lost minutes flying in the peace and comfort of having the will to sincerely hug someone and say, "I want to help you!"

We all meet at least once in our lives that moment when a hug stops time in place so much that you get the impression that you can dream, under the roof of two arms, all the beautiful dreams.

A special hug in a pure and sincere transmitted energy, stops your thoughts instead, brings you a good perspective and makes you walk happily on the street, looking at people and asking them with your own eyes: "Have you tried a hug today? that you should try, it's really cool! "
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Simple and happy people offer you the warmest hugs. From my experience with the elderly, children, people, I always received a hug that gave me peace. My soul was depressed, my mind was lost in thought.
I received a warm and unexpected hug, as if it had come at the right time. I felt her happiness and warmth as it softened my soul, it transmitted to me warmth and peace. It conveyed peace of mind to me.

We need hugs from those around us, from friends, family, from the person we love, from all of humanity.
We need the affection and peace that two arms that hold us together, and the comfort that we are all here on this planet, willing and desirous of just a hug, one in the entire history of mankind, one that history will remember in our souls.

We need a hug now.
We need two arms that hold us so tight, hold us well and never let us go, those two arms can even be yours.
Everything has a beginning, almost everything starts with a hug and continues with its effect:heart:
Did you hug someone today?
Hey, anyone can ask anytime:
"I'd like a hug, can I?" :)

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The harmony of a strong enough embrace gathers all our good faith in the will of only two hands, it is the best healing of the soul and the most silent and ample therapy in the endless capacity to appreciate peace.
Because peace is fully accessible to each of us, the best thing we can do for our emotional well-being and the well-being of those around us is to start enjoying life.

To embrace means to open a new world full of values and evolution for everyone, it means to release good emotions in preserving all our values and goodness, it means tearing down any wall in the art of love and connection with the only portal to a better life.
a small, banal gesture, made only in half or out of habit, a gesture that we often take as such… But this small gesture can work great miracles for each of us. Hug yourself when you feel the need. Give a hug if the person next to you needs it. Hugging is a universal medicine. Sometimes a ray of sunshine. A consolation ... A caress ... A hope ... An easy gesture by which you remind the other that you are with him, for better or for worse ...

Imagine two hearts shouting their hands warmly ... This is what happens during a hug. The distance between people and hearts is considerably shortened during a genuine hug. We are closest to our human side. Embrace sincerely and wholeheartedly! Hug for no particular reason.

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"Millions and millions of years and still couldn't give me half the time to describe that little moment of eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you. " - Jacques Prevert
"There is no bad hug. There are only good hugs and great hugs.
Hug someone at least once a day. Hug twice on a rainy day.
He hugs with a smile. Keeping your eyes closed is optional.
‘Nesting’ is a prolonged hug.
Bedtime hugs drive away bad dreams.
Never hug a person tomorrow that you could hug today.
You can't give a hug without getting one back. " Dave Ross (A Book of Hugs)...:)

Of course for some the hug is just a hug, as well as a smile, but we must make a connection with the ability to say that beauty has not perished, that love exists and generates good deeds, a connection with the successive descriptive past brought in the present catalyzed for a milder future.
As for me, a hug (which is not just a game) takes the place of words (and because we lack great speakers) I can say that I do not want to be an example to anyone and I can not teach someone what to do, but I am caught somewhere in a less modern wave of speech, somewhere in the horizon of expectations where the metaphor wants to dress the eloquence in real communication in time of poetry inscribed in the value of the soul and in the mastery of the discipline of existence...or somewhere where words are meaningless and hugs come to life :flower:

So if words ever become useless, we must remember in the simplest and most glorious way that we are all, here today, just a hug away!

Try and enjoy :)
Anca

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Anka

22nd May 2020, 23:05

The act of communication is an act of courage even if the form is instinctively reflected as an aspect of a kind of conventional unanimously accepted gift.
I always think and try to understand if language and form of communication represent a kind of complex functional entity when we want to express strictly linguistically real and objective what relates diversity, complexity, independence, logic, psychology and our inner philosophy in interaction with justification of manifestations together with a whole factory of factors on a single subject.

I think that the type of communication, the place, the time and the conditions in which we do it can make a difference in any situation.

Generally speaking, maybe if in the act of communication, we put a discipline to emit in a positive and constructive way what we really feel, maybe if we humans, we would have the sensitivity to be open when we signal a content, an address, a message, maybe if we correlate pragmatically and implicitly, what we feel on our own completely individualized with simple methods of approach for the purpose of fully common functionality and for the implicit advantage of all, maybe communication would step into a new stage of semantics in the perspective in which clarity and clairvoyance would become fundamental when we manage to say to those around us: "I understand you!"

Communication should not be a definition a typology, a system or a study science, communication should come naturally from the pragmatic but simple and natural center of natural psycholinguistics in a plane of expression articulated in its own spiritual value, that to give everything before asking.
I know that it is easily unconventional and sometimes even impossible and I know that many generations still have to learn while what it means and what impact can have the distinction and the difference that a constantly sincere and honest communication can make.

I am the effect of my own concept of communication, of course it is individual, but sometimes this is the only way I can associate and orient myself in my act of thinking.
What I write may be unconventional but may also, somewhere, someday have a correlation or concretization in the future for the diversity of most of the context rendered and not the context interpreted.
I'm usually a person who always has more to offer than I could ever ask for, so my gesture of writing is not an example to others, and I'm usually selective, but most of the time I get carried away by it. wave in a kind of inner communication with the rest of the world, as long as the reception is positive for others, I am unimportant.
Unfortunately I can't express myself in a standard language category and I usually combine poetic, figurative artistic language with the usual official journalistic language, but at the moment this seems to be the origin and my uninterrupted functionality of evolution on my own (some would say simpler a talk about nothing) I would say my awakening in full act.
I don't necessarily write to teach people or to be an example in any form, I write out of the need to communicate about the need to communicate.
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Although it is not really about me but about the act of communication between people taken to a different level, I can say that maybe if we do not include or exclude the rules of expression, general characteristics and specific rules, and on the contrary, maybe if we could somehow access the knowledge and interpretation of our own good values in a deeper complementary way and highlight them in a pleasant experimental way for ourselves and for others, in a sincere approach, maybe we will succeed in cultivating a new system of identity communication in a personal natural experimental way of a kind of diachronic synchronicity in balancing the balance of a simple component intention, a kind of goodwill taken to a higher level than the concept itself.
In other words, if we succeed in finding enough time to find our reason for being patient, in cultivating patience to understand the importance of wisdom, and in applying wisdom fundamentally ethically to unity and good value, perhaps what we issue truly from our open hearts would have a recorded effect over time, or simply say "Maybe in the future everything will be fine for our entire human race" if ..
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Considering a new experimental means of communication in the future, I am motivated to believe that linguistic particularities can enunciate the brand and highlight essential and revolutionary features in our evolution. timeless the phenomenon of telepathy in a kind of extralinguistic interference par excellence.
It is only a momentary thought that can be reformed throughout our evolution differently, though, and although it is impossible, as a simple human being, I would like to be able to see, of course with optimism, the good evolution of people in full communication with each other.:flower:

If words were flowers that bloom, then we would all learn how to bloom like flowers for each other.
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The other day I was reading about the need to be a patriot, a small step in evolution in a fierce epistle of time and space, but I was thinking of a hymn in honor of all mankind to unite the idea of citizens of this planet, the idea of a united human civilization , the symbol of the human race and perhaps a small catalyst in the great idea of an identity civilization united for the first time, maybe not the last, in the history of solar histories of indefinite time.
A hymn, maybe a harmonic timbre song in a frequency articulated in successive vibrations of happiness and joy, maybe just an intense event that resonates and ample in meaning for us, a song that we can all sing together, I just wonder , can this hymn be a kind of wave of silence that we all listen to embraced by nature here and connected to the whole energy in the transformation of a universe?

With the passage of time, we may go through periods of conjunction and interhumanization at different levels of social "contraction" but mainly as an act of correspondence that we are currently happy with.
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I am convinced that over time we will go through much clearer periods in communication in culture editions and the will to cultivate the human sense of biocommunication in valid experiences and events in a new broad historical cycle, being already able to get out of the imposed square. archetypal associated with the constitution of a group led by elected leaders in a system of functional chaos.

At the moment, we mostly manage to associate inextricably, almost against our will, in a manifestation against the negative in order to be positive and in favor of the positive in the fight against the negative.

An entire apocalypse of moral discernment seems to fall into avalanches of wisdom caused by suffering or difficult experiences, and I personally did not understand why it should be so.
A whole determination in well-argued motivations throws us unarmed in a complex of moral strength and courageous acts to defeat danger and evil again, but does not the quality of sustained effort discipline and update in wasted energy in the reconstruction and realignment of duality makes us confused?
Why prepare voluntarily for a fight in an acceptance of a drama in a useless game with pressing consequences, when without ignoring or targeting evil, just as benevolently you can build deeper and stronger structures of consciousness in a corresponding deepening progress.
Communicate with you and you will be able to listen to a whole world.
I can't make humanity talk to me, but in my soul I've been talking to her for a long time.

An empirical moment of birth and creation, maybe one day it will clear our waters in a collective vision, maybe in all the bivalent ambiguity that depicts various images between ideal and real, or it will paradoxically regenerate, inexpressible in the foundation of a new sustainable structure. her new evolutionary developments. Who knows, a new communication? but then I wonder where is the old one?
When I'm sad, I find her in the bloody carnival of battles in vain

At present, only as a kind of personal note in the diary of human existence, the whole piece of paradigmatic art reveals the portrait of a war of perception against time, as if somehow preserving the contrast between the historical determinism we are used to and the full structure but in full process. gradual spiritual formation in the wonderful pain of transfiguration, in an endless causal storm in the tension of opposites and in the wonderful synchrony of the courage to accept the awakening, something that will last much longer in what could be called the great work of a cyclical creation. , one human spirit.

The nobility with which we do not seek but understand our role will perhaps be defining.
These are just thoughts in a transition with other people and the entire planet into a new millennium, but until then, I try to communicate as effectively as I can with humans, nature and everything around the universe, a kind of mutual coexistence paradoxically advantageous but evolutionary in fulfilling the task I have as a human being.

Communicating differently, closer to people's hearts, means establishing a connection with others around you that is difficult to "defeat", it means presenting our personal contribution by all good means and giving our full help to others, it can be a contact a relationship, a graphic an important evolutionary presentation in the future, a communication can graciously share someone's pain and emotion, a simple communication can spread even art in the secret light and warmth of being people, a simple relational communication can convey the message that brings us the light from the tunnel, in a maze of tunnels in which we all correspond.

To accept the good dynamics of communication and to dedicate the new broadcast channel to a good thought always, in the decoding wave of this wonderful system called life, take's courage.

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NewParadigmGuy

27th May 2020, 17:21

Anka

27th May 2020, 22:17

This morning as I watched a bee enjoying a blossom on one of my apple trees, my vision of tomorrow's world entered my mind: a time when all species of bees can safely enjoy their lives on Mother Earth, passing the days in a carefree manner, thriving, multiplying, and simply enjoying all the delicious flavors, aromas, and beauty that the endless variety of flowers provides for them.

Thanks for the thought NewParadigmGuy !
The central role that pollinators play in ensuring food security around the world lies in our quality as human beings to protect and maintain the abundance, biodiversity and health of pollinators.

Bee addiction is the wonderful binder, but human-nature expectations and the inverse relationship are also correlations that are at the forefront of the whole story.

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Bees give me wings to work extra, I simply love and cherish them. Many times, my husband and I have saved bees trapped somewhere or fallen into a pool of water, they are simply wonderful beings and all the time I carried them somewhere near the flowers in the garden.
We have a lot of wild bees, especially when linden or acacia trees bloom here this time of year.
I planted over a hundred pawlownia Tomentosa trees and I will wait with the bees to bloom in 4 years :) it's the tastiest pollen for them.
The energy and vibration of the bee buzzing, offers comfort and peace.
For example, a few years ago, we were eating ice cream in the garden and a bee sat on my hand and I put a drop of ice cream on my hand ... can you believe it? she sat and ate quietly from the drop of ice cream.
Recently we went to buy honey from the forest, not far from us, and the bees were peaceful on us, on our hands, on our backs ... we asked them permission to pick only a few acacia flowers for tea :)
I was close to the hives with the best intention of visiting them, and I enjoyed all their experience there, it was beautiful.
The beehives I visited, thanking them for the honey and all the help.
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A wonderful big bee in front of my gate:)

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Bees on poppy flowers on a beautiful sunny morning.

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Let's imagine that we are in a paradisiacal place, a place full of greenery, a place where the wind blows smoothly, the water of the stream increases the well-being of the atmosphere through coolness and humidity, small creatures, butterflies, bees… fascinate us with their game , the flowers perfume even our soul, the trees guard the immensity, thousands of plants are woven around us, and we are forced to pick only those that are healing. From the moment we begin to gather the plants, wisdom begins.

As our words and thoughts, actions and intentions are the pollen of our soul that we collect and store with care and responsibility as well as bee pollen is the symbol of life and health creation, the virtue of living with bees is fulfilled love and if I am allowed to be more metaphorical in expression, I would like one day the bees to collect the pollen of the only flower I grow, the flower of the heart.:flower:

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The future will be good, the condition to empathize must come before empathy as a direct solution that we will need, but there is hope, the links between stories come to light and the circle of the present will close ingeniously in the future.

"Being a bee today" is not an idealization or a reality, but it has to do with the human relationship and cadence in the excellent correlation with the notion of Nature, it is just a choice, sometimes impetuous.:heart:

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Anka

6th June 2020, 02:05

...journal of a morning :flower:

A new world has opened today and in the days to come. I personally lay down my thoughts every day in the diary of my existence, but the sharing really continues the idea in much more beautiful forms.
I am the man who writes but the experience is alive when it catches wings in the souls of others.

A new world opens every day and the soul can open more and more generous and due to the meaning of the words that carefully guided bring the hope of tomorrow with every drop of goodwill, in the souls of all.

Just as the love for this reality can be born from the disturbance of thoughts, in the same way, from a lot of speech and from the disorder of words, it can give birth to ignorance and the conclusion in the cliché of going out of mind.
Caring for worldly things disturbs the soul, and enveloping them disturbs the mind and takes it out of its silence.

The joy of giving is also learned in the sense of the words you leave in the care of those around you, and the union in words with others is miraculous in the spectrum of the purest longing in the story of human history.

The continuation is not only important but it is also beautiful and you can also participate in browsing your own creation left as a legacy for the cradle of future generations.

Spring wings sprout on the branches of our lives, and the scent of united love spreads around a starry holiday, the scent of sweet awakening!

If you walked and felt nature, you felt how much it accepts you there in its cradle of existence, if the raw green feeds you and blesses your eyes, if you sighed with the forest in the trembling of old trees and if you talked to her in profoundly cosmically rustling answers,
if you heard the song of the world in the silence of nature and sang with the rotation of Mother Earth, if you cried with deep tears in the beating of cold dewdrops on sleeping mornings and if you tasted the thoughts of the clouds in the hot summer rain,
if you met the lightning with your awakening, if you reached for a ray of sunshine, if you caressed the magnetic light of the full moon, if you got lost among the stars, if you blessed a flower and a living being, then you know what is true love.:heart:

In our lazy flight from the flowery field of existence, we spread the seeds of the worthiness of being human in spores of precious thoughts, the story of a Leaf can tell you about how short life is, the scent of a flower dominates your silence in writing when you speak alone with your conscience.

Rest your joy in the shade of an old oak, take over the teaching, listen and you will gather precious treasures, the most valuable fruit remains in your connection with the earth and the roots will show you the way to the "kingdom of knowledge", they are guides in eternity, they bear the juice of the flowering of the soul, a fascinating secret about enlightened dreams and hopes. You will learn to laugh!

You get lost in urban dreams on unknown streets in a journey read in memories, but you will always have in your soul one living book, that of the scent of desire forever, you will always return to the bosom of Nature as you were born in the wave of innocence of human nature saved in the end also by the Mother Nature of the Earth.

Choose a day without words in full courage of silence and revelation, learn the meaning of enjoying beauty, say in the scent of beautiful thoughts how much you want to be good in the world and start flowing with the wave of water that overflows your intention before you can manifest it.
The fountain of wisdom that springs at the edge of the forest will sway your dreams and desires in his arms, close your eyes in this sweet sway and feel eternity when you gather stars in lights lit only for you!

Feel the floating hopes of an entire world, sing with billions of voices the serene vibration of your heart's music, paint the color of your soul in the reflection of the gaze of others around you, plant respect in seeds of goodness and trust, adorn your tree of happiness with thousands of lights born to fly.
The miracle is to venture towards happiness even if you are unhappy, the miracle is when you manage to feel how slowly and wonderfully a flower grows whose petals adorn your soul whose perfume looks at you in the mirror of your inspiration, keep the moment alive,
because soon all that remains of all beauty is the memory of the present in the hope of the future of a new flowering.

You don't need much to be happy, joy is in the little things, but the moment you say that, the boundlessness of your smile should be as wide as the horizon of the sunrise!

Reach out to heaven, feel your endless ether like heaven, touch the light wind lightly with your palms and a warm tear on your face will tell you that Happiness is You, a rare chance to understand the truth in a moment of attention and grace.

When we want to see the positive side ...

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WE HAVE ... clear skies, bright and cheerful sun and Plant Earth

I THINK ... to participate in the birth power of a life form with the vital force to conquer a totally new world, supported by a totally unknown law in which I know that I will adapt and grow in an environment that I will learn

I AM THANKFUL ... no, not because I have good eyes and I see perfectly to put the thread in the needle with the smallest possible ears (because I do not have a good sight), but maybe because I carry two wonderful hands from which talented things come out :) in the power of inspiration that takes me where she wants.
I am grateful for the chance at this life through the foundation of my simple existence.

I WANT ... to have as much inner joy as possible, to sip from the sun's rays, to get lost in colored plasma clouds, to feel the "stillness" in the sphere of light creation.

I READ ... for now I'm flipping through some thoughts about the certainty of other thoughts in the model of writing what I think and thinking what I write, so I read in the library of my soul, the scriptural cover of an exhortation to continue something I don't know when I started.

FROM THE KITCHEN ... I would like to get lost in a cake soaked in cocoa and coffee, black in the white of pleasant taste

WHAT ARE I DOING TODAY ... It's late at night, almost in the morning, so I write and I leave the imprint of my soul in this wonderful journey called life

I LEARNED TODAY ... in a completely new way and for the thousandth time,
to be light in any situation no matter how difficult it may be for me, and to be as useful as possible with me and those around me.

I LIKE ... sunny spring mornings and cool summer nights.:happy dog:

People's smiles always prove to us that life is a surprise, let's not miss that moment! :flower:

O Donna

6th June 2020, 22:50

Anka

6th June 2020, 23:52

What I consistently find when mining for gold, not to toss out the pyrite just because it isn't what is initially sought. Figuratively speaking, there is gold everywhere I look when the correct extraction method is implemented.

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Fun fact: Gold and pyrite form under similar conditions and occur together in the same rocks. In some deposits small amounts of gold occur as inclusions and substitutions within pyrite. (Source: Geology.com)

May all find the true treasure they seek that feeds their soul today, tomorrow, and onward.

Gold ore, offered from the heart of the Earth,
blessed with water in alluvium will always retain its sacred utility in "luminous threads of energy."

Thank you for the good thought O Donna :flower:

When the treasure inside wants to come to the surface, the lock no longer exists and the key is no longer relevant when the essence is "extracted" in the equivalent of good will :flower:
The awakening of gold in one's soul must emanate magnificently like gold in flames of genesis in stellar explosions, expressing the warmth and light of one's own inner construction through soul "conductivity", "malleability" through open acceptance and "density" through the character of evolution. consciousness.

Chemistry in full autonomy of crystallization of the element, incorporates the rock foundation in the independent primordiality of gold as its own intact energy, before and only until the misinterpreted wealth in useless values of material art.
The appreciation of gold in the "metastasis" of current perception does not bring wealth in satellites or jewelry, this is a mistakenly created substitution in false identity.
The inclusion stores the simple idea of belonging in the sphere of one's own creation in something bigger and solid, a property difficult to understand and almost foreign but with a rich content of reflection.

Purity should not be poisoned to separate the compact unit.
The association with matter is a failed attempt in misunderstood phases of artificial creation, but maybe we will all learn from the "golden" past of our ancestors, who really knew the energy of gold.

The efficiency of one's consciousness is somewhere between the birth of the first particle, the gathering of one's own "gold" deposit and the wisdom of "exploitation", the difference is not in result or comparison, but in the passion to estimate in complete samples of "golden" soul values. along the journey, in which indeed everyone will find their own treasure.

With gratitude,
I will think more about your "steps" left as traces on the sand in the glow of a better future for generations to come.

Thank you!
:heart:
Anca

Anka

7th June 2020, 01:22

A good thought today

… In the mirror of tomorrow's future

The future begins NOW, now postpone the past for another time, the perfect moment determines the complete projection.
Experience the power in the simple candor of not refusing anything, discover the attempt to give yourself, live the essence of love, open the door to the future about sincerity and spontaneity.

The call of love is inscribed in the hope of every man, standing in the wonderful realm of people's need for hugs and love, now stretch out a hand that gives the voice of your heart in full vulnerability and sincerity, sing in the song of infinity billions of opportunities to recognize love,
let's not look for her,
for she will find us if we wait in the right station.

Sing over time, be happy, the world is small and made of the little beautiful that you can embrace every day.

Don't ask yourself what the years leave behind, but ask yourself what you can leave in the future of other people, the living image of awakening with the quote: "everything is fleeting"
you have been singing for a long time the sweetness of the value of the balance between peace and war, between light and darkness,
but you are the one who observes the path between them and with a smile of wisdom you can draw a line with reference points, a balance of reconciliation with the very gratitude of being accepted in this world together with the honor that fills our souls in moments of joy .

Gratitude for what you receive is gratitude for what you have been able to offer, the place of good words has its holy place in our hearts since we were born and events along the way guard the shadows of reference that lay a new perception in the vision of a real hope
that you can really offer even what you will gain later.

I dedicate today, my thought of tomorrow, to a future now, in symbol pages, in an as yet unexposed idea, but in images resumed and underlined in the definition of this art of living in "fortuna labilis", for an irreversible flow of time but in the message the definition of creation in motifs of billions of words in my mind at random to form an idea in the future:

...Spring, tear, grass, stone, fire, padlock, terrestrial, motif, armor, future, step, mirror, path, solution, snow, symbol, culture, precious, fir, role, contemplation, knowledge, eyes, appearance, word, power, emptiness, uncreated, enchanted, purity, loneliness, idea, name, creation, aquatic, vision, labyrinth, cosmogonic, kiss, transhumance, forgetfulness, flight ...and so on in words that can form the union of thoughts about a better future good.

As for me, I believe that the alienation of concepts through unknown values, can bring a wave of higher knowledge in the future, by the simple statement: "I think, so I exist" in which philosophy extends into structures of consciousness through emotion, representation , perception, thinking, intuition, memory, the ability in the whole notion in infinite values to present myself as just a human being.

There is no need for doubt in order to find the finite human certainty as such, there is no need for concentration to find the substance that makes matter abstract.
Identity, autonomously designates the control function elaborated during the perfection of wisdom and integration is absolute, but awareness is exercised differently depending on the amplitude of the process of consciousness of each person.

The characteristic essence does not lie in finding it or in manifesting it, on the contrary,
it consists in the permissiveness of the act between the unreal and the ideal, at the same time , and the subject is not the reason or the subjectivity, but the personal perfection in noticing the difference.

Anticipatively, we can create even from our soul in full innocence and grace from the attribute of happiness, the dynamics of importance in shaping the process of consciousness, not through effort, but by harmonizing stability in any act of useful and good coherence.

The informational biosphere of development and evolution may lie in the good foreboding of precognitions in fulfillment of equal chances of interaction necessary for the future in the structure of the evolutionary presets of a society, but truthfulness is a true encyclopedia that we find in the balance of our heart.
Every person is different and special in their way of fulfilling their mission for which they came here and maybe you should not have trouble finding it because it is definitely much more fun to experience it!:flower:

The game is on, it's not about the difficulty of the "levels" it's about your potency to throw yourself into the adventure!

Enjoy :flower:

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Hym

7th June 2020, 01:49

Viata Frumoasa in vesnica acum...

A Beautiful Life living in the eternal now....
being the present, the gift..

O Donna

7th June 2020, 02:44

When the treasure inside wants to come to the surface, the lock no longer exists and the key is no longer relevant when the essence is "extracted" in the equivalent of good will :flower:

Wonderful centering shared, thank you!

Not to mention the lock and key come together and go together. A wavy mystery fragrance forms 'them'.

In a sense, though the relevance is no longer, the 'mysterious stranger' ever whispering spicy overtures.

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Anka

7th June 2020, 02:51

Viata Frumoasa in vesnica acum...

A Beautiful Life living in the eternal now....
being the present, the gift..

Radacinile intotdeauna isi gasesc locul impreuna, interconectate acolo unde este inima!

The roots always find their place together, interconnected where the heart is!

Come home, for we are, now.:flower:

Dear Hym,
You just gave me and other billions of people the most beautiful gift.
The permanent rebirth in the eternal now in full force of the most beautiful spectacle of infinity.
The prerogatives of love and life are found in this vast moment.

With gratitude,
Anca

Anka

8th June 2020, 00:45

A pure heart traverses heaven and earth beyond any meditative embrace, and a broad soul can embrace it from any horizon of the universe, so if there is any joy in the world, it is that which a pure heart has.:heart:

To always do good and not count it a little is the sign of a humble soul.
To think that you are unimportant as long as you can be able to caress other souls is a great trust.
Do not look for any testimony to prove the good done, it is in your best interest that you have wholeheartedly trusted the absolute guarantee that you have given everything fully.

Not wanting to be loved, never before others but only with them, can start the idea of common consciousness in a form equivalent to equality itself.

If you don't want to have your heart caught by someone else's heart, then you can definitely want to have your heart caught by the other 7 billion hearts, so that we can all be well.

If you like to learn to do more and more good, then the effort will help you and will balance the patience with which you are used to doing them.

When you want to do something and there is no way you can accomplish it, consider in yourself that it is like you have already managed to do it.
The road to negativity is paved for instinct and not for the freedom to contemplate, in this case, sometimes, no matter how much we wish the best for those who consider themselves wrong, sometimes embracing gravity in the force of fulfilling their own instinct is too big and unstoppable.
He who does good and seeks reward, does not serve his own conscience but his will, sometimes the correlation differs.

Disobedience in the power of indulgence can be a mistake and ungratefulness can even be the deed sometimes, so, as our own inner strength teaches us, obedience to a good deed comes naturally if we find utility.
If we think we are wary of useless words, then who is the guide, after which we think it would be necessary to correct ourselves?

If, however, we like facts more, and words less, then let us build the world in which we live by our facts, with a clear mind and an open heart, and then in the pursuit of a real act of good, we will find peace of mind and godliness to always find the right words for our deeds.

I believe that throughout the world, wonderful feelings and longings will judge the futility of all passions to create and sustain mismatch as a whole, so perhaps we should not shy away from the virtue of finding all the means by which we can gain inner peace for ourselves but also for the benefit of others.

Consciousness often gives us its own peace, different from how the world offers us at some point, and the difference can sometimes be overwhelmingly useful in perfecting our own path in life to come.

Those who know unspeakable peace, that which surpasses any understanding, can overcome any attempt in any attract of anxiety.
What a pleasant sweetness, what an appealing love in these words of self-giving to help others.
As long as we live on earth, we cannot be free from trouble and attempts at pure vitality in experiencing life,
perhaps because of the instinct with which we were born, but the seed of conception lies in the silence of a beginning and an end here without any opposition, finding the importance of an individual term that defines our continuous transformation, along with everything that changes around us, because everything changes.

When we uproot ourselves in search of a better path, we also grow in a quick return to other teachings when the universe learns with us.

We will surely overcome little by little by a long patience, than by a too great harshness towards ourselves and against time, and we should not judge the one who follows his own path, we should save or comfort them exactly as we want to be comforted.

In the instability of the waves of life, trust in ourselves and others must be carried like a ship without a rudder, carried by the radiance and depth of the depths of every soul, and this is not an all-encompassing pleasure or consent, but the boldest and most mysterious method to be ready to discover the true heart of every man, a tempting adventure in thought and feeling.

Today, the amalgam, encompassed me somewhere between the letters but maybe tomorrow, with more power, hope will continue on its way:flower:

Note.

I speak in syntax because sometimes words are too few compared to what I think, and I think in words because sometimes written phrases fulfill my path in this world, but most importantly I hope to be helpful someday in the flow of new and old times that build the future now.

With hope,
me
Anka

Anka

8th June 2020, 22:33

All I can do is write under the engraving of humility in good faith that I can help with something in this world.

This life really tends to be observable from many points of view, but today we can point to the everlasting union that lives on forever through the perpetual fruit it bears, in exactly what we think at the moment when I write and for whom I read now.

The discipline of examining the various stages of our journey in this life is the endless portal of imagination in a good sense that is always open to us.

A full field is the beginning where we can always plant a small forest with the good seeds of our desires.:flower:
The wait was worth it in the wind and patience came together under the crown of wisdom of time and the seeds of knowledge sprouted easily.
Certainly everyone reaches a point where he can speak with greater confidence in his own peace of development, but the whole impossible, that absolute we will not reach perhaps even through the greatest discovery of flourishing consciousness.
Of course, another time will pass and maybe many more to come, without any indication of what miracles those little seedlings that have emerged can bring and we do not know what to do with them.

No matter how much we accept ourselves and others and everything around us, it will always be a plea for a continuous emergence, because I am sure we can try and trials can be a multitude of factors, but in the whole dessert of painting the absolute in rainbow colors the only lesson is that at the base we simply have to live through the whole aspect, even if sometimes we don't understand it.

The candor of having patience, the inspiration to stand still when the dynamics of knowledge propel us too far, comes naturally.

If you take the underground life of a tree seed, just like us, its persistent force to be reborn and grow in the constant flow of the whole acceptance of life that the miracle sustains.
The journey of each seed is not directed towards the goal of knowledge or happiness, it has incorporated in it the knowledge to grow and develop and its happiness in this is to exist in order to exercise its own power.

We will always remember in one way or another that only when the solid foundation of the whole work of sprouting and rising has been accomplished, only then do we feel how much we have grown.

When we feel that we are growing too slowly, the speed of development is actually infinite, and when we are suffering and crying, we are actually in the flames of knowledge, because we must feel the difference between good and evil at a level important enough to let's get over it.
Mystical healing is the very floating in the grandeur of abundance in the full diversity of life as a whole.
Abundance is the creation of a new ensemble, so all we can do is welcome it.
The adventure of new connections is the guarantee in millions of perceptions of full acceptance and wisdom in the patience to count infinity in simple moments of life.
The best thing that can happen to us is to give up the known pride and regain it again in the splendor of giving up in favor of others. It is not a sacrifice, it is the blessing of life.

A letter for the future is inevitable, we think about it every day even without noticing.:heart:
Simple happiness can become an obstacle if we try to seek it, but when the challenge of change opens our hearts, the courage to live becomes comfortable to the detriment of any effort.
The light and joy of life force the season of renewal of human nature.
From my point of view, the message in a poem sheds light on the joy of life, I notice the reversal of words in verses that become like a rebirth and a promise of life and hope.

Beauty is articulated right in front of us in every moment of life, it expresses the serenity, calm, harmony of the green season and the brightness of winter white in the symbol of cherishing life, snowflakes are wonderful symbols in the connection between heaven and earth and ice flowers are the fabulous image of a wish I may have had as a child.
To substantially experience the beauty around us always with a surplus of amazement and total tolerance in inspiration is something great, have you tried lately?

Our heart in the atmosphere of harmony given by the power of life can place the boundary between real and magical, and whenever we have an uncertainty then we will know that we live the love generated by beauty, joy, truth, harmony, sincerity, happiness in the sun's rays. our soulful fulfillment, a charm in the delight of a concert of peace in a beautiful dream long dreamed of, the serenity of simply passing into another world. the murmur of water springs awakens our skin, our breath listens to our presence.

All the senses between earth and sky are a whole celebration, and when the earth dances with us in a dizzying rhythm, it embraces us in the celestial melody of the simple one.
The intensity of the present is to feel happiness in truth, the scale of unique feelings never goes down, just goes up.

From the symphony embodied in my soul and from the conclusion of this message called: "Hope" I think I could build a little promise of a better future.:heart:

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Anca

Anka

9th June 2020, 23:31

The power of the heart is close to the dynamics in which we manage to cherish or reject or be forced to recognize, but the true choice to learn to cherish, to plant and to constantly give love and good faith, becomes a good habit in which our world it always remains alive, prosperous and beautiful in our mind, body, heart, soul and consciousness.

Of course we will waste a few seconds in which we will say: “Yes. but this is a taboo subject ", but what we will never waste is the availability through which we do not realize that in fact in the end we will always attract only the good things.

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The moment we say that everything is lost, in fact everything transforms and we only feel the feeling of newness that we often do not understand in perspectives of constant and perseverance in the enthusiasm and patience to understand and build what is good.

No matter how much we long for the big things, until we learn to value the small gifts - we will be unable to attract or keep in our lives what we want, believing that a sustained effort step by step will acquire a new setting of evolution and so we will succeed, in fact something for which we were not even built to look.

Beliefs are always strong and come in complete sets of interdependent things that we should not mix especially in a process that we do not yet know, because harmony is not acquired, it generates itself.

When in the mirror of the light of our soul beauty, we come to love and cherish all that is, we are, experience, think, express and do, then there will be no need to prevent the mind from resisting the beauty and grace of life.
When we flourish inwardly and no longer let the mind wither our lives by inducing us through discontent, unbelief, fear, negativity and hostility, the darkness of the soul, then destiny within favorable creation will find us, to embrace us through warmth and the beauty of its light and to give us the fruit of the fulfillment for which we were meant in this world.
Our openness to learning and giving through the attitude of love - gives us the opportunity to acquire those lessons, skills, vocations, values, tools and gifts, through which we can guide to abundance and happiness efficiently the entire emotional intelligence of the only path to truth, the reason of our heart.
When control is clarity and authority is free thought, which we mirror outside through gratitude and appreciation (unconditioned by mental expectations and needs and bounded by doubts, unbelief, negativity and fear) and - everything we are, feel, have, do, we love, we think, we live. we plant, we give, we experiment, we believe and appreciate as the last transformation - it turns into love,

...the challenge of accepting the love and good faith of others is judged to take our life lessons by purpose, the combination is perfect.
Everything that we unbalance through upsets, fear and negative emotions, and we attract as adverse consequences of life and burdens, will have to be healed in the end, also by us.

To tell ourselves the truth, and to others (even if it is the opposite of the justice of the mind), is the first requirement of the spiritual life. To spare the suffering of the one who, facing the truth due to his lack of emotional maturity, will feel unjust or offended, means only to perpetuate the lie and to restrain his evolution. Secrets must always be revealed.
The power of our soul's journey can even be forgiveness, which is an important process difficult to match and endowed with great natural force, a wonderful event that transcends the story of our mission, inevitably in evolutionary paths of spirituality hard to forget.

Forgiveness as a subtle solution to liberation begins with us, and will always be a source of progress in belonging to the family of good thoughts with which we were born here.
Connection is not an aspect, renunciation is not a concept, but the vitality with which we can say our name and purpose in this world, will conjugate every step of reason when gratitude writes our name on the sheet of paper of our soul.

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Anca

Anka

10th June 2020, 21:12

My thought for a future today? It's a question:
"Why is silence an answer?"
Today I will get a little out of my inspiration bubble and after a long discussion with a friend, I put on paper some thoughts-questions, in which the answer may be silence today, but maybe tomorrow the noise in the perspective of new generations, to avoid mistakes made by us now, will resonate.
The amalgam of thoughts, it does not begin and it does not end and comprises only fragments from which the understanding derives in the individual spectrum of course.

"...When the presumed need for public needs becomes somewhat imperative, then there is the exchange and amalgam of specific perceptions and perceptual phenomena that intervene in the progress or regression of one's own situation.
Maybe the next time we step out of our protective circle of free thinking, in need of the influx for what determines consumerism or needs at different levels of approach, maybe we should find a very fine balance to adjust the whole set of offerings with strict necessity at a modest level of resonance and not of need."

"....We humans have always been one step ahead of others and have never even understood why we do this. As we are born into a human attempt to become, conjunction becomes a decline in the much broader plan of evolution, so that instead of becoming, we make every effort in order to realize ourselves wrongly."

..."Free will is not a necessity or something we have to look for, what is the purpose of looking for it if we decide in the first instance that we do not have it, yes as an activity it sounds interesting, but as a phenomenon it has major implications in all known and unknown ways."

"....What does “global” mean for an ordinary citizen of any country on the surface of the earth?
What does global mean for the communion of several countries in presumably common and random interests? How can you define free trade in "human" terms?
How “global” could the border of each country be and how much patriotism can we show towards a non-global community called “ country”?"

---Under what conditions and terms can we think as human civilization as a united civilization, especially when we hurry to the same contest between countries and continents, an unnatural material contest, simply a contest and not a course.

How spiritual we are and how wonderful we are when, instead of dismantling evil creations, we create the good in a concrete montage.
What is, and again what is the purpose of the essence of this wonderful drama in full execution of undeveloped rights?
We are always working on new wrong stages of evolution, now more than ever in a unfairly way but still maybe in the subtlety of a fine decline.It's not sad it's just change---

---Human criteria of evolution go sometimes hand in hand with the worsening of survival in a wrong system and the pleasure is in turn, it's not a cliché, but a perpetual result.

How brilliant can be the result of a victory in a process of thought in full oppressive global tensions for those who observe and support them?

How warriors we can be in a society asleep in the waves of self-destruction sometimes, when simply living as a human being does not give us the opportunity to fight and this would maybe also mean a contradiction with ourselves.

Fine and subtle adjustment can be good or harmful, simple duplicative observation and against terms of usage and reflection in human nature management, does not give us guaranteed access to declare that we are against or for it, even if we created the whole problem ---

...Someone relatively smart said that "the law was made to be broken" and then the result comes naturally with a surplus of laws at the slightest violation of the previous law, but no one realizes that with this we put ourselves on the line, implicitly also those who make the laws.
Of course, order comes first, then I ask as a simple man, why so much chaos?...

__Under what approval and blessing is the barometer of perfection in order established? With our approval, of the citizens, it is clearly debatable the aspect under which the leaders are always elected, history proves it for a long time and until today.

With what right do we wake up that we can point the finger at each other and how deeply we sometimes feel that in fact just to extend a helping hand to others builds the era of new eras of evolution.

At the basis of the perception as a term and macro meaning, in my opinion, lies laziness.
When the spirit lives free and eager for recognition in full goodness, perception is decline.

The sandstorms of our thoughts dissipate and cover every step left as a legacy, in a tireless and deserving vanguard but devoid of spirit power.

...an old man used to say, "Hypocrisy has long since descended to earth," in waves almost personified by human nature, revealing our acceleration to evolve in ever broader terms as form but maybe not always as a destructive niche.

No one can combat the diversity of human nature and yes, it is a good reason to laugh, precisely because no plan can be allied with the full spectrum of all meanings.

We can't stand on a higher box and talk to the people at the height of that box about the importance of what will destroy us in time, we all know that and the news is old, nothing can impress except the real and rare human nature with which we were all born__...

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Under what masterful norms of law can we influence each other in a good spirit so as to honor the evolution in an imperative universal irreversible way for the unitary purpose of good?

Should we feel the need to compensate for our suffering in the context in which we participated in it?
What is sharing for the benefit of peace, because a hug in unity may be helpful, although there will always be slight contradictions or necessity.

How much can we wave in the waves of an ocean so that we can remain compact in the fullness of the soul's water?
Holding the white flag in front of a curtain also doesn't help, at least philosophical correspondence in worldviews has shown us that.
Rising to battle really makes us (as someone said the day before yesterday) "like the butter through which a mountain of trouble crosses it"

Our world is built on sanctions and the concept of applicable legal norms is our only freedom and right.
...a system should not impose life, a method should not constrain it, but on the contrary life should define the method of a system
The right to exist is also regulated with our consent, so we give the power of other people over us in the herd regime led by rulers, divisions and legal constraints (of the same imposed law), but it’s frequently happen.

Discrepancy between civil law and public law, the general state of spiritual division, the need for motivation elaborated in wrong extended steps, throws us even under the competence of the law in rules and competences of social conduct transposed susceptibly authoritatively on the same constrained path of involution, the very concept of law contradicts the fulfillment and completion of our “state” power of human beings.

The behavior and the character of the relations in comparison with the moral norms are respected by the influence of the society but always under the urge of disposition, sanction or prejudice founded by authoritarian constraints.

What new division of rules could save our present for a better future?
I believe that although we are unadaptable to any possibility and disposition of evolution, necessity will help us.
May the need for the necessity for a better future adapt us to new constructive eras of evolution in this cosmic house, a galaxy in the embrace of billions of galaxies of what we can truly call straightforward human civilizations!

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Anca

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11th June 2020, 03:02

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Anka

12th June 2020, 23:12

The courage to take a step towards hope, is the perfect blue horizons of our joy as the reward of life.

Imagine the delight of the sun's rays in a quiet afternoon in which in your comfort you can lay the foundations to fulfill a mission through which to fulfill the most of the others hopes!
The image of this dream is a challenge of what a huge deposit of the love of giving means, a part of our soul that fits all the jewels of the world and all the hopes of the world in a tiny universe that gives us the urge to step on a new stage of hope:
That of fulfilling billions of hopes!:heart:

We can always dare to be reborn in a grace of life and devotion, as long as we choose the miracle in the whole of a free consciousness.
Hope rises, only when the awake man dreams, in the plain of glory of an entire happy world.
The festival of good deeds that each of us can begin in the high rhythm of unconditional love and the mirage of giving, begins now.

How many seaports of soul stationing did we have to cross in order to understand that eternity was born with the ocean of life?

In the boat of life to the light of a passage, we have found so many times the same lighthouse shining to our hearts,
we have sometimes advanced in open rule to the homelands of time and realms of dreams and we all together have stepped on the shores of many realities in which we have not always managed to watch the moment and,
stepping lightly on the sand of life, we managed to erase the traces of our steps.
The eternal presence, the ocean of knowledge in the appreciation of good thoughts, has always been with us and guided us, he has always supported us in the creation of time and life.:flower:

When the waves sleep, the hope of the waves of an entire ocean of humanity will put his trust in your emotion to define the journey.
Exactly when we believe that it is impossible to fulfill our desires, in the river of nobility of a task still unfulfilled, we wake up attracted by doing what is truly possible human, sometimes reaching the impossible.

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For me, hope is not a key for me alone, although patience unlocks even the darkest padlock of life, hope is not the sunrise where to I can go alone,
it is the storm to which I run, the one to which everyone else is heading, because passing through storms together, I think we can finally fulfill the hope for good, an adventure generically called Belonging.:heart:

Hope (in the opinion of others in the form of a cliché supernatural to some concepts of reaction and instinct, also created by us), dies.

It is not an intellectual, spiritual and philosophical attribute except through the emergence of human freedom, through the imagination and the fulfillment of the intangible as a report completely subordinated to one's own consciousness.

An entire role of supervision and measuring utility and weighing the usual in terms of ethics really implies the intention of a simple hope.
I believe that the vision of a hope is created by the very beauty of inspiration to remain happy and should somehow come naturally without stopping, in a much broader and more comprehensive way and without a single precise purpose, but a multitude .

Usually the goal enriches the wonderful experience of hope but does not treat the emotion of seeking it, so in the persistence of remaining happy we give ourselves a fantastic indulgence to give our hope in change to fulfillment.

If we can overcome the circumstance of any message, in an incredible discovery of beauty and the mystery of giving, we will find our soul smiling over any fulfillment.

If we manage to find our emotion in discovering the beauty of the mixture between a discussion, an action, a reflection and a deed in full awakening by the fact that the others also have hopes,
then we can recognize our power to help others before us, during the mission we will fulfill.

If we explore good conduct and self-help initiatives at the levels of implementation we learn by doing so, we can set the best path to fulfillment before we have ever hoped for what we have accomplished.

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I believe that the moment when true and wonderful accomplishments find us in full joy after our good deeds, that is the moment when we can begin a setting of hopes in the clarity of always choosing the happiness of others.

The dynamic attitude, but in the midst of effective efforts, can mean the passion to find ourselves in the hopes of others, what a joy!

The passion to improve interaction is the performance of experiencing inspiration in our own abilities to reach out to give something beautiful to others.

Hope for us is the freedom to do what we love, and the freedom to love cannot be transformed by anyone, also because it is the secret to a better path to a more certain future.

What would it be like for us not to count the moments of that contact with the world in which contradictory feelings take our place to aspire, and to follow the story of our own circumstances in a stay of acceptance and reflection in spiritual, cultural or,
in good faith, by all means in fact the foreseeable assembly in narration of time and constant hope and happiness :flower:

We do not need to cling to any tradition to persevere in hope, and rather to follow our own tradition of following people's hopes and participating in their fulfillment.
Of course it is a seemingly impossible dream, in fact sometimes the same as the truly impossible reality that we feel every day.

Let us not forget that there are also human beings whose existence is more difficult to conquer with every moment and for them it is more difficult to sustain life than the great step of giving up, and their occasion of joy is every second a hope for all of us.:heart:

Sensitivity to the desires of others is a wide and valuable horizon in which we cannot afford to be only partially involved and when we validate the expression of truth in terms of our qualities of acceptance and understanding, the only choice will be to be honest more than one hundred percent.

There is no restriction when we transfer the affectivity from the deepest feeling of hope for good, because hope does not start from conditioning but from the wonderful feeling of admiration for fulfillment.

The gentle silence of the shores always leads us to conquer distant horizons, but the power to step on the shore and to assimilate the horizons in sight is the true magic of living hope exactly where we are.

Let's stay anchored in the journey, faith may not be justice but justice will guide hope!
For the thought of other times and in the hope of then for now, I transmit to you, in the future from now on, wherever you are, peace in the tumult of the wonderful diversity of all good wishes in magnificent order!

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And let's enjoy freedom!

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Anka

14th June 2020, 00:00

The weight of happiness

The premise of a pure essence that we taste every day

Desires and expectations come as a direct effect that in our whole life, we must assume in admirable ways:flower:

It is too little to define happiness by just one term, and it is too much to fail to recognize happiness as a term of infinitely positive emotion.
However, the answer to a well-being in the satisfaction of one's own ability to understand feeling, consists as if by magic in a perpetually wonderful question.
For me, the meaning of emotion is the very integration of feeling.

The soul approach is always intense and complete in very broad approaches that enrich our imagination and the power to understand each other, on maybe completely different paths of attraction than we would have expected.
We don't need much to understand a state of emotion and positive joy and we don't need to exchange nothing to understand a child's state of happiness.:happy dog:

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An unknown morphological form of cellular addressing quickly builds our delight, delight and innate natural talent to enjoy the positive experiences of those around us, something beautifully magic.
Inheriting the riches of our human nature is exactly what brings us happiness when we understand prosperity in our always good deeds, a happiness suitable for developing abundance as a diary of good emotions build bridges that will not collapse.

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The favorable encyclopedia that brings good luck, begins when what we consider to be objective and brings peace successfully, transforms our universality to be able to understand happiness in terms of those around us, to laugh and cry with others.
Punctually for me, the concept often surpasses its meaning, as well as How the circumstances of the experience itself cultivate my emotion through my own genes of manifestation.
It is not ego, it's not even anticipation, it is pure stationary dynamics in what I might call the fulfillment of a wish.

The sense of health in the introspection of happiness as an inherent mechanism of life is for us the prospectus after which we can offer it to those around us, you know How is this?

Sometimes when we try to help everyone around us in the hope of their happiness, we find many solutions faster than finding useless comparisons, and then human nature propagates in the qualities and abilities we learn on the road

Happiness sometimes needs to be saved, reclaimed or offered for the first time, for some, and the high maturity with which we can do this, denotes billions of opportunities in the world to also save the chance for optimism.
When we weigh the good and the bad in the pursuit of happiness, we sometimes find that happiness does not exist but only the deeds interpreted good or bad, this seems a victory somehow imposed.
... when we live a continuous experience that derives from our very existence, the curtain of the questions show, falls alone on an empty stage, that of the complete nothingness we will fill.
Where the amount of artistic performance in the scenario of a lifetime, acquires the quality of silence as the conclusion of an entire repertoire, there, usually only important and good quotes remain in the light.

It is so beautiful to believe in happiness and so painful not to be able to find it when we need it, but it is just as painful and perhaps even more painful, not to believe in happiness when all its beauty is hidden in us...and we manage to find it.

Maybe happiness is not an attribute given to an approach and maybe it is no value interpreted the way we know it,
is perhaps the mastery in a lasting harmony of all our faculties as truths and not illusions,
...perhaps being born of the natural energy of love and acceptance, we are all made up of the mystery of beauty of happiness clothed in the color of our light of existence.

Happiness cannot be acquired without the culture of a whole smile of wisdom, because the explosion of culture and accuracy carry it with us like a snail carrying its shell.
The house of our happiness is in our task to carry it in time with us and its weight has been on our shoulders since we were born.
The journey in snail steps, also before learning to walk , decides the moments of good anticipation, of each feeling if we are attentive enough because the observability, among many others, is the fuel of an evolution in revolutions of time, facts, desires, conclusions in full evocation to understand the journey and not the purpose.
We're here now.

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There is no difference from yesterday, there is no resemblance to today, but it is a terrible importance in How we manage to see that we are really here also tomorrow.
What to do?
We have the good and healing words in us, let's use them.

Let's go out into the street in a rebellion of joy but especially wisdom, to run to the first unknown man and say with tears of happiness in our eyes: "Where have you been so far ?! How much I missed you! I love you man..I really love you, tell me how to help you! ":heart:

It is very easy to do this and we only have a second to do it, because we are all here and in the future, alike, all connected to the present!
It is always better to do this earlier, so than to aspire to our own happiness, it is better to ensure and nurture the happiness of others, on whom our happiness also depends sometimes ...all times

A true symbol of happiness is the attraction in the continued form of optimism that we have as a magnet already inscribed that meets an important substrate of foresight and conservative force of something that will one day become a definition of the ethics of practice obtained charmingly.

The substitution of search and repetition will be dislocated from this cycle that will remain open only to remind us.
Even the memory will be maybe an exhibit from the museum of mental processes already preserved as a random reference.
Even the unity of the term of control will be maybe, released in the field of the freedom to choose or not, between or together, in what we gladly understand in the equivalent of the pleasure of understanding the terms differently, in synchronicity of terms we can feel when words build life:heart:
For me, the terms somehow have the echo of a timeless substitution reinterpretable in wonderful hypostases of inspiration.
I couldn't write what happiness means in that spectrum, from this point of view not even fragments of crystal in the sounds of time ... I couldn't,
... but I will certainly develop this in my allotted time box, something that will remain inscribed as an inscription above a vaults of knowledge, maybe also for the benefit of a possible future, it would be great.
As long as we have everything at hand by being and existing even less to submit evidence in asking for something, inaccessibility becomes superfluous, as long as we manage to raise our own appreciation of happiness to the rank of pure existence in an ordinary appreciation cycle.

And as long as we have the ecstatic reason of migration standing still, we will be worthy of the essentialization of all aspects of our lives, as long as we succeed in feeling and seeing acceptance as a force of the universe through us, the stones will know that we have acquired their wisdom, the springs will know that we have followed their course and the ocean will swallow our goodness to have found the grace of our life in the happy ornament inscribed in the Painting of our uniqueness, in the dream of some atoms in the lively flight of birds towards the universe of knowledge.
This are my own emotion of happiness right now, this lack of words in exchange for feeling and because I am a humble and good human being for constructive reasons of good, the readers of my soul should have this one feeling in a dream gala, as permanent guests of their own conscience.
I invite them with hospitality to the table of love , and I pour from the glass of my hope of just accuracy to be human, into their glasses of happiness.

Because on the entrance sign where it says: "Welcome!" My intense intention is written in unseen letters:
"My hope is in your happiness!"

At the heart of any philosophy is the art of conversation, so thank you for participating and interpreting your thoughts, and to be with me today,

... because tomorrow we will surpass ourselves :flower:
and Happiness will find us together.:heart:

Anka

14th June 2020, 22:03

The atlas of the beauty of this world, is a permanent manifesto for love, it is the success that divides the world into imperceptible fragments of beauty and creation, it is the proof in the billion portraits of people and life.

Everything is movement when we are overwhelmed by the emotion that we can travel in images and moving visions of imagination and inspiration in all corners of the world.
When we have the power to transform our approach to finding beauty, only then does beauty find us in fullness of dignity because we all deserve it.

A book of the world in a phenomenon of authenticity, unfolds before us and we browse page by page its history through the simple diversity of options in the mediation of relative time.
When inspiration draws our life diaries, we are the mirage of a small work of art in which creation leads us in the line of a horizon of letters hidden in an artistic message of desire.
The shade of light and the dialogue of silence of the world as a whole universe, teaches us as the art of creation, which is not the dialogue of knowledge.

The mysteries and the eternal mystery of beauty, lies in the depths of miracles when we manage to see in slow motion the miracle of understanding beauty.
Small sequences from the speed of beauty propagation, we also see them occasionally in the shortest verses of an act of contemplation, but it is still beauty.
The median between speed and slow motion is the circumstantial stylistics of symbols that show us the beauty of people, of places, in ways so obvious sometimes that they reflect the image of our own soul in moments of fragility, purity and childhood.

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When we encounter the mysteries of the world with intuition, love and the potency of acceptance, we transpose, unwittingly, an affirmative confession of acceptance of beauty.

Then, if beauty accepts us as we are, and we are ready to meet the presence of the cosmic through beauty in visions of chlorophyll and oxygen, and through the deep and complete imagery of human nature that always builds us, we find liberation in sentimentality of belonging,
what else can stop us then?

When darkness is softened by light, when the instinct to learn beauty is the protagonist of a feeling of uniqueness, when the last sunset arouses the volcanoes of enlightened consciousness, when we remember that we are sons of the universe of eternal and sacred life, when a second it hangs hard in a language of temporal weight, then the first moment of end and beginning is born in which the echoes of our hearts subjugate life and the awakening of beauty passes tenderly over the future.

The sun will always elevate us in the secrets of the existing truth, but unsurprisingly, the Moon in a supernatural warm light combines magic, at the limit of the fantasy between disintegration into waves of attraction and, the transmission tells us, in a contraction of transformation that we are still here.
A black and a white wing outlines the flight horizon for us in a life story without beginning and without end, jewels in instruments of will and clarity open the way to thousands of dimensional oceans, the night whispers us beautifully in tears of cosmic flight, the day completes us, reinvents us and inherits our own creation for the succession of a totality in unity of colored threads of life.

Time, in a wonderful logic of chaos, masters the flames of knowledge whose ash is reborn in pixels animated by lights of consciousness, the eyes along the journey tell the beauty for feelings, the feelings flow into a beautiful fantasy of destiny in which many hearts beat one in one place and a family of souls somewhere far away and close to reality, writes us a love letter in the light of what we feel here.

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The ashes of stars and the powder of hope painted In the vault of dreams, it covers the world with a carpet of possibilities in brilliance, we must see the beauty in those radiances as if we would discover them for the first time, always.
The roof of our world also lies in the beauty of the words spoken or just felt, as if above us during the day stands a sheet of serene paper and instead of contemplating it, we begin to write the history of our lives and sometimes when we make mistakes, the fluffy clouds erase so easy in their passage everithing, only to be able to understand elegantly how to see the beauty and serenity in all.

In the depths of the water we dive to understand the story of the ocean in the sanctity of life-giving water, in craters of volcanoes, we understand the experience of the earth and its need to grow, in running water we understand any answer to the question: "Why?"
... in raindrops, our memories melt giving way to a present storm rain… beauty crosses immortality, the inspiration to contemplate it saves the universe in a second of the present, the mythology of a key opens the gates to the world to an orchard of souls in the law of light…

The power of known and unknown elements, forms the dictionary of beauty, if we want to see this from the perspective fantasy of a fierce and subtle return of balance.

The enigma in an imaginary manuscript hidden by us, is valid by virtue of recognizing it, and the realm of celestial powers of gold, and sparks of fire can be the playground only if we want it, but the beauty in a bright dance of stars above the lake of water that builds us, engraves in stone pillars our power of finite travelers through the portal of beauty.

The fabulous symbols, diamonded in an infinite passage of starry sky, write us on a note, hope in beauty, as noisy in the silence of the night, like the birth of a planet we have not heard.

The masters of a beginning, classified in all the rest of the world together, receive the blessing to see and feel everything in billions of phenomena, the choice is the joy of a mirror, its reflection can keep silent all the time in one thought.

The dream metropolis of a single world can be inscribed in the bark of a tree, in the stone of a mountain, in the memory of the water, in the passing clouds and in the fantasy of a star corner, somewhere, the miniature history book from a drop of soul in each of us.

When the moon cools the sun's rays, the light weaves the essence in an explosion of time, transfer crystals and crystalline beauty will sway in the light wind that sing and protect us, the crystals of hope in the book of beauty that will last forever.

In the spring of my soul, I weigh my intensity in the expressions of stepping as I love, of living as much as I can dedicate, the implacability of my soul is the setting with which I want to feel absolute beauty, in a film in which passion sequences meet my life.

The certainty with which I can define qualities of expression does not belong to me, value guidance lies in infinity, magic lies in the creation of fusion and I am somewhere in the middle where I would like to be able to give you my experience as a white background of existential exposure.
Of course, when everything seems in vain, we look for value and when value finds us we tell it that it does not belong in to this world, and then we wonder what is more valuable? as if the choice complemented a guarantee…you must receive the gift of beauty :heart:

So what has the most value? Nothing,
Out of Everything.
How much does beauty cost at the right time? Living will tell us when the independence of beauty will draw us to the discovered value.
Normalcy in beauty is not translated by what we necessarily know, for me beauty is when a symbol turns my whole world upside down. Sometimes it is not even inspiration, it is a living metaphor.

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The role of beauty is not to find it or to determine it, it shatters all prejudices, and forces us to wake up!
Perfection in beauty is not a conclusion and no ideal, it can mark the adjustment of reality, when we talk to ourselves about it.

For the ineffable beauty and for the irremediable good awakening of the world, I give you my experience in pairs of words, when somewhere, someday, I will meet you with them.

Threads of thoughts appear and disappear at the moment of beauty awareness and can identify with the exercise of creation while I write,they form the present, but certainly the moment of reading differs somewhere in an imminent particle of the future.

The source of beauty is like a painting at our fingertips in the frames of simple appreciation.

When you doubt and ask, it becomes harder to believe, because what you see can mean nothing or everything and because beauty is both.

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Anka

15th June 2020, 23:26

The sound of friendship

Although many are called and few are chosen, "My friends are not many but they are innumerable" ( Nichita Stanescu) and I would say that I am at this moment very alone with everyone else on Earth :heart:

I let my happy heart fly in the way of any friendship, I run with open arms to embrace, in the full joy that I can meet many friends, where happiness meets us all in the same oxygen atmosphere.
To people who know and love me as I am, perhaps not seeing my small flaws, I offer instead my vulnerability to recognize and correct my flaws, not for them to appreciate me, but for the honor I have. in what they represent to me.

We all know that the friend is the person who understands us, advises us well and stays close to us for better or for worse. The friend is the person we trust completely, to whom we fearlessly confess the one who gives you serious advice. A true friend will never flatter you when you actually need to be shaken to see a solution, a true friend will never turn his back on you when you ask for his help.

Friendship is the connection of that unique feeling, a feeling that gave birth to so many beautiful stories, and turned the simple man into a hero. Life would not be complete without friends, it would be poor in feelings and experiences. From friends we learn, with friends who can be at the same time family, we share good and bad.

Of course, friendship has already been told in millions of beautiful stories, but just as the sky, the sun, the earth and the stars are always close to us, so is the feeling of friendship between us all together, it can be a dream, but it's mine - for everyone :heart:

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I find myself in the story of each beautiful friend, a story that I reread, finding myself in that story as in a mirror that shapes the image of a wonderful fairy tale; in the luster of a water you cannot tell if the mirrored stars are in the sky or in the luster, the stars could be in both places and the brightness is grace...omnipresence-
Destiny has taught me that people give up on people too easily and more feel free to make mistakes towards others and make it seem like they are not to blame… but above all,
they are more valuable to me, and sometimes I hardly manage not to close my eyes to the longing I have for theirs smiles , and that's only because they possess the most precious thing-life.

To my friends, I have given them the freedom to be themselves, and in return I have received the antidote to peace and the guarantee that I will always recognize their value — that of being human.
I believe that this form of forgiveness is not necessarily a virtue but is in fact a necessity to follow my course even in uncertain circumstances of distance in time, however what I think could once be the greatest happiness in the world, is friendship.:bearhug:

When you remember friendship, you get the impression that you are destined to hear about wonderful news at the end of which you feel the need to do good to someone, so an urgent need that does not support any postponement or deviation.
It is so sublime to do good, a good as small, but to feel that you have helped, that you have become - even for a moment or a day - a lover of people. That feeling is so hard to match or compare. It's something wonderful.

We often wondered why most of us are more and more alone. Because each of us carries our own troubles and sorrows and because we no longer have the patience and confidence to tell anyone what is going on in our soul and in our lives.
This is not necessarily a reality, the reality is perhaps the pain, but also the pain of not saying always returns in a natural order to express ourselves in many other ways.

Loneliness is a reality of the present and often loneliness is the ambiguity of everyday existence, but loneliness is a presence we take part in without wanting to in this world.
I can say that loneliness can be the most precious solitary harmony for the benefit of billions of souls, for me, the passion of well-being.

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But it is becoming easier for me to open my soul even in front of people I have not "known for a very long time" (because sometimes I have the impression that I know from somewhere the "presence" of spirit in some people) and this only if I choose to believe that friendship presupposes an attitude of mutual benevolence, mutual support when needed or in crisis; loyalty, good faith and altruism and last but not least mutual trust.

In fact, friendship is a gift, not a definition.

The great homage leading to the mythologization and framing of this kind of relationship is always described either fleetingly or too practiced in its culturalization, when in fact the phenomenon of friendship happens now as we read, between simple people at an unknown level.
We do not need a psychological study to express true emotion.

... but I have always said that the greatest example of friendship in which we can show our love is reduced to a simple and sincere embrace between us all… and this idea already inspires me to write further ... It would not be beautiful? ... a simple warm and sincere hug to start together a new chapter much more special for all of us? It would be an anniversary of a unique event. It would be the awakening to life with the entire planet.
What would the planet in the universe look like when we are all embracing?

My emotional health and youth inspire me to write about this in all my vulnerability to open my heart to all of you, wherever you are...

I have no goal but I feel that the goal comes towards me without any stop in expressing the only quality that strengthens my spirit, my freedom to live that I choose to share, being for me not necessarily an opportunity but in first of all a responsibility, and if that comes with a dream, I hope you will allow yourself to stay on its wings...

I'm perhaps one of the few people who thinks that friendship doesn't necessarily mean hard work, or making an effort to find time to spend time together, to come up with ideas for activities and to come up with topics for discussion. a continuous form in a long time in the role of an exchange of offering or receiving.
We can throw ourselves directly into the huge wave of total acceptance in full sincere sensitivity to be ourselves when we understand others, with all confidence, and some of us already do this...

Friendship is more than forgiving, helping, having experiences together, making a difference in someone's life, or offering respect, love or acceptance, it is a gift to understand our very existence here on earth. The ship of our souls, that of sharing the ocean of time and life that lies before us, has been floating for a long time and needs guidance from us.

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My language means that I am one of the people who walks the inside of any soul when it asks for help, and I will help it by finding myself in revealing its own truth about it,
not necessarily because I want to show him my affection or out of debt,
but more because the sublime lives incessantly in all of us and lies in fact in the archetypal structure of man himself to understand the one next to him.

Before we understand what friendship is, we may need to understand at a much deeper level what the simple will to choose friendship means.
Friendship means communion, sharing thoughts and feelings, total devotion. A friendship that lasts a lifetime is for me a miracle that can prove that the union of the soul was made, in this case, even beyond the borders of humanity.

This deep feeling, which unites two or more souls in spiritual harmony, was a favorite theme of many, and a dear friend told me (and I am still studying the remark): "We should have come here on earth not alone, not in pairs, but in whole groups "and,

I look forward to the moment when in all your meditation on this subject it will lead to the point where individual ethics by virtue of the human being, above the indispensable condition of attaining happiness, finds us personally,
in the face of this sense of connection that will build exactly its essence in the gift of life, in the transcendent conquest and acquisition of the principles of existence, that will last in our time, and perhaps will inscribe a guideline in the immediate future.

The joy of my soul when I think of friendship is a flower that grows very slowly, which I cultivate with care to endure and resist all possible adversities justified or not, and to smell the permanent fragrance of the flower that in its beauty urges me for wisdom to choose always weighing the value between a necessity and the freedom to have the will inscribed simultaneously in the emotion of feeling.
I seek to become a better person by making sure for the first time that I know who I am compared to others, without expecting others to know who I am to them,
because I know that someone will always try to find words to thank me because I filled his life with dreams come true and with beautiful memories...

I believed and I will believe in friends, in the healing brought by tears, laughter and shared stories and in the bonds of trust and truth.
I believe in simple hugs and if I repeat myself it means that others believe too.:blushing:

Beauty comes before me, friendship comes above beauty, under my feet and above the high sky floats beauty in love, I am aware when I immerse myself in everything around me and I feel that it is friendship at the rank of beauty in the art of love.
In the youth of my old age I grow old when the soul rejuvenates in the journey about me with all of you.:flower:

Inexpressibly I now weigh my speech without measuring my expression and declare with all that the light of my free spirit can bring out the best in me, that I would like to taste the stopped fruit of time to follow my destiny in a single moment,
with outstretched hand and warm soul in exalting a meeting with the greatest caress of my presence among these lines, with a soft tear of happiness in my eyes, a moment only in the company of my own finding:
"I am the friendship for everyone"!

So take me by the hand to go through a century universe second, of friendship with all of you and you will enrich my power to exist by touching our heart, because for how many centuries we have sought each other we still have one to go through "nano-now" that we found each other!

Let's create the history of a present now so that the future belongs only to us.
Be a friend with me for all humanity, thank you, dear friend, for accompanying me on this wonderful journey!

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Anca

Stellardrone - Mars(2:36)

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Anka

17th June 2020, 10:03

Time, the cradle of hope and the wisdom of beauty in an infinite opportunity

Metaphor builds, and time consumes time, as it builds the infinite pillars of a single hope in the light of life of the only golden triangle in billions of portals to the universe.

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And time flies so fast under the weight of a single nightingale, and time watchers in the universe always fly here to build life in the only time portal in dream tunnels and secret harmony.:heart:

The secret digs galleries in the mountains protected by the force of Nature in which whole fortresses of laws of our predecessors left them in the clock and the care of time. The future is gentle because we stopped running for a long time,... because the secret is now alive in the secret itself.

Under the arch of Nature in its strategic purpose, it crosses us underground,
in the deepest corners of the soul, gentleness in particles jumping into the universe. The inexplicable value of the greatest event lies in the golden ores of the innermost will, that of being born here.

We walk every day, without wanting in the over-wisdom of one

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And we, in our vision of being, descend into the mining gallery of existence looking for light in the darkest tunnels.

In the gallery of a labyrinth of existential occupation, we have only one goal, to get out, and when we get out, the notion of a curiosity tries us in earth connections to dig more and more galleries in which, hoping for a secular search, heaven defines the line of an involvement in which we dare to invest, and time serves amply its very superstructure in galleries of lengths in halves of counting dualities.

The load of principles above time, inaugurates the story of a network of factors to which we cut the ribbon of an achievement without consuming the attribute of relativity in time circuits in the universe.

In the most huge and controversial bastion of life's defense, we end up fighting time in a continuous struggle for nothing, we open locks in medieval legends connecting to the mystic, while the mystic walks through and among us always in the most representative living words and in the most beautiful expectations.

We manage to create a monument of spiritual research which in billions of variants of options we finally manage to put the seal of a consolation, while the variability of possibilities lives alone next to us.

The construction of a cave of oblivion and secondary forms of skepticism are the infinity in the search of some, when someone receives the name written on "gates", then the cave of inherent speed in the spirit and the force of digging will always and forever open other and other gates, the tool but, is it always irrelevant, the search? is the garrison in time capsules.

Over the centuries, the adventure has been dear to all of us.

We crossed migratory paths of time in measures of history in which we kissed good and bad events, we always found the ideal refuge in hopes hidden in the depths, we rose to fight in the fortress of a will to surround the world,
...we endured the invasion and liberation of the events in fractions of seconds, and we diligently built portions of the world in ways of seven cobblestones paths.

Possession in centuries of counting in the cosmic center of acquired wisdom, will tell us if everything was only a thousandth of a second from the altar of living life and if a millisecond would comprise a small fraction of a miniunivers, then the equilibrium dynamics of our very soul will recognize the map of the most wonderful maze.

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And time has stopped then in the long-ago future, when we gave it a name that truly attracts undoubtedly, the art of preserving and remaining, as we traverse the rivers of spirituality,
without knowing, the balance of a performance of spiritual independence.

The super-fluid criteria of evolution have loaded us with countless philosophical interactions, on the fields with flowers of victorious sound, where freedom always rises in the rays of the choices made.
Whenever we are asked in this nameless "era" yet, "What is the most precious thing for mankind?" the answer is: "Time".

But time does not consume, but on the contrary ennobles.

Time is a celebration of peace that does not encounter obstacles, it is our oldest counselor, it is our most kind colleague who accepts and cherishes us, he waits in nobility and resonance full of smiles and love to recognize him to embrace him,
...for he is the one who knows the story of our life when we make the most beautiful gift to ourselves by embracing his permanent presence of guidance.

The need of time is like the mother's arms in continuous protection and swaying in the cradle of life, we are so fragile by virtue of sustaining life by counting several moments in one, that when science seeks the soul, the soul finds it in his immediate approach.

When the usefulness of time becomes immaterial, the colossal difference of union between soul and spirit in the languages of the clock forgets to count.

The moment moves away in horizontal or vertical terms from existence and the horizon of new visions in the emotion of a new meaning, builds new eras of wisdom in milligrams of accumulation.

In a child's play and when innocence forgets time, we can discover the world inch by inch and in our militant project of life to find time for the soul, the completion of a good indulgence sometimes finds our soul for time instead.
Grateful in the ephemeral value of mastering
we realize that however, nothing can be replaced by the value of a good thought included in the pattern of a time-will

especially when we feel that everything is ours and nothing belongs to us.

The energy needed for life is often reduced to looking for counter-solutions to problems, in "time" and in the "meantime", in fact "sometimes" the problem seems to be the remedy itself, so why should we count time? Certainly to learn some would say ...

Have you been trying to make soap bubbles lately?
They are wonderful. The "endless" journey of a soap bubble ends with its stunning beauty and comfort to travel.

Have you been trying to smell a flower lately?
Her need to bloom in the mirage of the sun's rays does not perish, but on the contrary imprints seconds of beauty and perfume of feeling.

Our perception dilates the sensation in a familiar process of living, and we are present with all the senses in this flow of information, but the presence of time in us in a different concept leaves the legacy of long moments of joy in the care of a future that counts the present.

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The momentary condition in the power of the weight of the soul, exceeds anything when we accept relativity on the path of our healing, we can cry if we want, but we can laugh in the horizon that is open in front of us, we will always step forward!

The fantasy of life can turn into reality, reality into action, action into a dream and the dream into the retrograde of a fulfillment stagnates in existence while "time" always works in our favor, only passing.
For me, time means everything and nothing in its importance as a living metaphor of life and death.
I live in the age of accomplishments under the transcendental biological oblation of this wonderful being here on earth, I am the most insignificant part of humanity, a fleeting glimmer.

After all, the poetry of life, the supreme fulfillment of an exceptional individual destiny, is, in the last resort, an overcoming of the ephemeral and of live and death throug life, an entry into another time, of eternity.

We are our complement dimensioned from angles and shades in a wonderful complexity, and I feel like smiling when I can say that the refinement in essence is a temporary victory over the eternal ephemeral, for me the freshness of an inspiration of every moment.

But artistic vitality is extraordinarily important in the future for our awakening.

The charm of inspiration together with the ineffable necessity, builds us essentially in the imminence of beauty, defeats us in the dialogue with reality in stages of metaphorical awakening.

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Anca

Hans Zimmer - Time(4:44)

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Anka

19th June 2020, 00:12

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6 billion faces of inspiration

The whole world is looking at the concept of a new era on earth, the era of inspiration.

Below everything, and above all we are all beautiful.
A colossal charm capable of any spatial interaction in an invaluable exceptional wonder, lies in the intense emotional aspect of our interconnections.
The need to love life with intensity loads tension simultaneously with recreation in a configuration of jumping into details of passions for the ray of well-being and explosions of truth.
We are on a good path when inspiration calls life and truth continues it, and the source of power urges us in a generous revitalization that possesses and preserves our intrinsic connection.
Inspiration is life. Sometimes it reaches maximum levels of abstract for the role of its own definition without a definition to define it.
Creation saves life, artistic inspiration builds it in stages of light, and the inspiring act is not necessarily a psychological concept, it is in transposing art into the threshold of an ability.
The point of invocation is the step and the course of the main source is the gate, in the simplest and most wonderful exercise of life that anyone can feel.
In inspiration, there is almost never a beginning and no end, the perception in a wonderful process completely individual is the perfection of the nuance of life that we all embrace.
Accumulation, collection, mediation, in authentic meditation of expression always mediates the energy of creation in exceptional steps for living in the form of the future in the present act.
Simultaneously, emotion can be the reason and inspiration can precede it, inspiration also generates and emotion amplifies it, while the moment fundamentally defines the reason for inspiration even if sometimes we don't know why, but isn't that really all beauty?

I do not have a threshold, I have neither night nor day, I am everything and nothing that I want to be, I collapse in the state of a wakefulness challenge, when the mystery of a simple life unleashes the expectation of one soul in many.
I am one man, it is all I know that I am, in many lives, from many of me, many from others and others from me always.

I am the inspiration of a moment for me in the delight of a whole universe of many hearts. I am where we are all the light that is in me and I in all the light of their hearts, the whole of a multiverse in every heartbeat in every spark of life we are all for each other, here.

I did not shy away from life and I lived it in fullness of happiness and pain, the butterflies accompanied my loneliness until they left me as in a leafless tree and I saw the emptiness around me in the mirror of the others in full need for love.
My creation was shy in the shadows of fog but then the inspiration increased the tension to the intimate self-closeness where I understood in the corner of my eyes in the water of my soul, that I am just a moment of nothing in the silence of an absolute part of totality.

I am the fatal and irrevocably beautiful space between the untouched absolute purity and the wonderful spiritual decadence of my ancestral history, in the incarnation of a man and my dialogue with life hides my testamentary masterpiece in simple human experiences.
The seemingly tragic condition defines the sublime,
in cadences of universal symbols catalyzed in the evidence of life.
We all play hide and seek, in a world without mother and father, in a world from the apparent perspective of emptiness and under the shadow of the biggest tree in the definition of acceptance.
Whenever it snows in the flakes of anxiety, the snow of white resonant deeds opens the part of a joy to give us the wonderful sleigh of life.

The exhortation under the auspices of a universal law that gives the start signal in "waiting" creates the tension in the metaphysical release of the last course towards an eternity of teachings.

The images always fresh, face the sound creation of the birth explosion, in evacuation exit frequencies, to all the clocks of time and the tongues of the soul, in the vibration of a mystery that sings the song of silence on a galactic harp.
The chapter in a book shortens the way, in frequent twists of story pages, the distant whistle of a solar explosion tells me it's time to embark on a high-speed train in which I will learn the images along the way in slow motion.
Emotions flutter like waves crashing on the shore, unexpectedness limits me to unlimited access to the essence of the mission. I'm ready.
My "companion" is permanently silent looking at the train window, I would like to see with his eyes, I would like to learn with his silence but it is impossible for me to penetrate the secret of his shadow and I can only look at him, the "companion".
I lay on my back in the comfort of a dream era in which I wake up while falling asleep, and I distinguish myself in the steam from the slowness of something I do not understand.

The temporal motive becomes frequent, in a measure of speed summed up to be, a fog penetrates me exceptionally in the last instance, I feel fluid in the course of relevance, my determinism becomes an insecurity, but I run secular speeds in galaxies through alliance .
It envelops me a shortcut to a road, I feel obliged to go through it in safety ashes and I am amazed by stopping my future in the creation of life passages :flower:

And in the journey, the illusion of a small model train, temporarily ended in the beginning of thousands of nameless stations where you wait for the last sheet to return to the impassive breeze to travel.
The night of an awakening begins but in the morning she falls asleep in the cold of a temporal mind, but the inspiration asks in permanent verses and the seconds of a waiting storm become billions of lights in untimely time.
Now the morning begins in the middle of the night, the window of a train shows me images in blue flames in the spell of an alarm clock that measures seconds of reunion, I look in verse at the tradition of a lyrical soul poem with soft, alive, fearless death, my gaze is lost in the vast fields of bright trees and return to play the indicators of a clock.

Finally, from the posthumous volumes in life that I will live in readable honor of the moment that has already passed in the future of a past, as a conclusion to the broad lyrical meditation on the idea of death as inspiration of life, it is worth noting the inspiration, in which we meet the same different state of summing up the fluid quintessence in the essence of feeling, in fact, one of the essential data of the human condition.

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The relevance of inspiration, quality and vitality inspire inspiration itself, and an entire cosmic theater awaits our vibrational graphic performance in emotions of scenarios we would never have thought of.

The lesson of inspiration is an evolving process, but we were born with the light of inspiration!
The vision of a cosmic scene brightly lit in the brightness of our good hopes, develops alone together with the "absolute together" in the fullness of the whole parade of joy.
The curtain of stars rises slightly when we intuit that we can go behind the whole scene, when we discover the forces and laws of true and high human nature.

We easily find universal principles, which open before us in a complex game of phenomenal illusions but strongly personified in the allure of our whole. We are the "community" of our own being, something that can not be subordinated to any law other than the one itself.
The mystery in inspiration, presents itself slowly and surely in the facets of consciousness and levels of dimensions of meaning, consciousness is the effect as the instrument, the inspiration of inter-bio-holo penetration through visionary acceptance exceeds consciousness in intangible measures.
All we have left is to taste the myth in a pure and benevolent meaning of welcome of all reason as the meaning itself.

On the day we were born, we acquired the magic of inspiration in the light of an entire Universe, in languages of colored cell flow, in the divinity of the act of self-creation, in the essence of our own vital function of feeling.

Choose to heal inspiration with inspiration itself, choose to call life with life itself, choose to walk today with confidence in diving and rising time, in hours of life in full indulgence from the era of all possibilities, where determinism or conservatism in contrast and tensions, it actually reveals the most beautiful opportunity to see beyond anything.

The event of the whole paradigmatic work is at our option, the structure forged in courage has its foundation cast for a long time, the dynamic trigger of standing in wisdom cannot be identified without seeing the permission of life.

When passion reads life, inspiration alone will write our future.

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Immanuel(14:20)

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Anka

19th June 2020, 22:41

Just like a measure of the art of time, an epiphany crosses me now, while I'm here, long gone
(Note: This is just an exercise in inspiration along a beautiful idea, beauty lies in us, in all):bearhug:

A drop of inspiration within inspiration

The ghost of a spiritual essence traverses entire stations of consciousness through indefinite time, the process of release into image transformation captivates permission in the dimension of a series of visionary knowledge.

Philosophy, animated and alive, includes entire fields lit in the lights, as the meditation crosses, I can barely distinguish them in deceleration speed.
I close my eyes and embody my meditation window as in me as well as in a vision, so that my soul to be able to frame all the sequences of light it can gather, the distance is unlimited, the proximity is irrelevant, gravity is the vision itself.

I am present in the sensation of sunrise and sunset in reference angles invariably resized permanently by the fluctuations of the pillars supporting vitality in non-existent light.
Am I the meditation? the speed slows down and slowly the images are seen better and better, in front of my spirit window is a creature that looks like someone familiar ... Is it me? I am? I feel. I see. I know?
And the nameless station disappears in the source of the whole creation.

The moment the sun shows its embrace, fluffy thoughts fly to the sky in snowflakes that are falling, and the sun in the dome of words and hot tears melts them.A single snowflake falling on our foreheads as we look hopefully at the sky can awaken an entire universal ecosystem!:flower:

Under the protection of a clear sky, I feel lost in a hug in the wind of the silence with which I still snow.
Somewhere between a material vibration and a soulful look, the desire of my heart arises, the dream therapy of a time destination envelops me in the flames of colored light in the healing ultrasound.
The silent path, of a promise for a better future, accompanies me in a violin concerto in four attributes of height and intensity, and I tremble lightly stepping on a carpet of sensitivity portal.

A repertoire in complementary voices of reconnection with the Earth, acoustic, the source of inspiration vibrates in my almost non-existent air.
The talented guidance of some talented piano keyboards in flight, whispers after the clouds of starry light: "Nature is reborn in thought and sustains life", I set off again and I don't know How to say what I feel in silence.
A messenger of peace gathers the laws of the flight of birds that give the news of a celebration of life in the green sky.
The panel in pale colorless images, shows the map in order to understand everything in the volume of propagation of forces of words in the spectacle from which I resonate with myself in others memories.
I am the engagement messenger of the authentic values that I have created and I promote identity in the prestige of my own spirituality to transpose myself into simple existence.
The promise in an anthology of events that I accept in flowers Words, resonates in a solid volume of word exchanges: "The word is alive!" And a bright transparent freshwater serum pours into the crystal glass of my soul, the scent of life that adores us all.
In flight with outstretched hands when I fall asleep on my back in the silver and acoustic silence of the night, birds In a sound of purple perception they fly over me.
I fall asleep for the thousandth time in the dream of a full and endless sleep, when I wake up in sound waves of crickets singing their song of destiny.

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I am. But maybe I shouldn't be.

Beyond the temple of a blessing, joy writes me canons of youth in honor of the fulfillment of an end old age.
I would like to change the reward into a hierarchy of seconds of a time with the morning dew in words, is it possible? But the silence speaks without answer.
I wish I could fly to people to give them the coals of my soul in infra-sounds of wonderful colored gases and liquids, just so they could see the sound of words in the splendor of awakening, is this possible?
A living ray in the heart of a mountain's voice utters in the rocks my desire in longitudinal sound pressures of the will.
My awakening is with the materially entrusted testimony as I carry the emblem of a being and the atmosphere of joy propagates in me sequences of dreams already fulfilled in the spectrum of names I bear.
The feast of spiritual regeneration completes a sketch of a painting in the landmarks of an old diary, and then the responsibility of a memory of the future completes my vision in verse crystals dripping in the drops of frozen time.
I am the mountain but the voice sounds separately in the voice of some stars adorned by the space of a lost time.
I breathe closed in a city where I know I can give and I can smile, but the duality in the imprint of a great emotion, amplifies the amplified age offered and sheltered by the lack of time.

Reality in the sound of silence presses the button of change and the meditation ends up capturing it somewhere in a dimension of storytelling and shaping the landscape.

I step on the field of a fate, between genesis and hypothesis, and the axis of soul inheritance is the reason why I came here.
The aspect of the whole atmosphere finds its own destiny in the song of some birds in flight playing in the distance, but I can't understand the song.

Important elements of realism present in the opportunity of evolution in understanding, play their role in vision.
In a connotative sense, I seem to be caught up in a mission in which I go through and exercise actions for the benefit of a good.
Somewhere in the distance, I hear: "Nature was made to support life" and a field of snowdrops in the form of lights opens in front of me, they release their perfume in artistic creation in high values of sensitivity and endurance at the same time.
The romance of a good reason exalts the feeling and the fantasy of dreaming in contemplating nature full of lights.

The towering oaks rise wide to the circumference of a clear transparent sky, they are the oracles of nature and flowering ivy in small flowers of light, light up when the oaks speak.
Near the oaks, an ocean of memories gathered in springs kisses drops of blue rain, every drop of rain falling becomes an ocean of water over the future of good accomplishments.

The tree on my left leans towards me, with small and sweet fruits from which the juice flows when I taste them, they have small and strong seeds of light, seeds that contain the relay of life everywhere.
On a vast white meadow, in threads of green light, the grass coalesces in deep whispering voices, and sways in the breath of a pleasant breeze, through beautiful flowers colored in the metaphysical perfection of the Earth's voice.

The flowers in the grand waterfall of beauty, sway from west to east, and sing joyfully about the masterpiece of being able to give with love and decency in a life-giving spirit, this is the nature of people at the center of Earth's Nature.:flower:
The mountains approve and grow in the sound of stone thunder, under the caress of the wise rain.

Tender and modest nature shakes the whole vision in a tremor of exclusive realization that we humans can heal the planet.
I take in my hands a handful of holy earth in the light of creation and it vibrates in my palms, grains of light and perfume vapor emanate from it, I inhale the miracle and lie in the oasis silence on the plain of life.

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One more thought crosses my being before falling asleep:

The earth demands our healing, maybe as do we
"Today we can heal the Earth!"

The feverish and exclusive paradise of beauty and wisdom dwells in the forces of Nature on our earth and the epic dream in eternal freedom to admire and live it, remains at our discretion.

To be beyond being ordinary is extraordinary in being simply natural and if we can consciously function as an independent entity in full dependence on the transcendence of this wonderful planet, we will gain nothing but extraordinary circumstances in which grace unleashes the imagination, we will gain magical importance in the current of inspiration and beauty that our soul needed so much and for a long time.:heart:
True art in storing the feeling of beauty in the heart of nature and feeling its beauty trembling in the center of our heart, makes the connection to a decade of desires fulfilled in a thousandth of a second of centuries of lasting good life.

The mysterious influence amplified by our nostalgia, meditation and pastel of good feelings, has always coexisted with the vibration of Nature in billions and billions of sounds and songs in full flow of release, equivalent to reawakening in the greatest journey of awakening of all mankind.
The secret of nature lies in our healing through its mystery, the secret of human nature lies in the goodwill and desire to heal the Earth.

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Anca

Anka

21st June 2020, 00:23

When we feel the need for a change

Living a conscious life means making meaningful choices in every moment of our lives, it is a continuous path that gives us the chance to practice the art of waking up in each of the 1440 opportunities of a single day.

The only way for this knowledge to become a reality is to practice it, in the house of our hearts, always.

The way we learn everything must be a simple way of knowing, knowing that we will never understand a lesson other than by the taste of practicing its living experience. Luck is when good chooses us.
Perfection already exists and it is far from being said that we cannot feel the unconditional impact.
The lack of hierarchy in thoughts and actions always fulfilled in the sense of the passion of unconditional love, exercises the truth in every choice made not because it is good, not because we want it, but because it is the foundation of our soul sparkle.

The flame of consciousness burns wonderfully on the sand of patience, not because we are victims in this life, but on the contrary because we are the builders in the mastery of the soul in dedicating the construction of an unshakable foundation of true ethics to feeling, built from the elements of good consent in good deeds, from the simple bond of humility, under the roof of blessing and the realization of love.
The elegance with which we manage to feel this, is the very eloquence of taking it through us further to the others around us.

Humanity is part of us, perfection is when we recognize this. The voice of human nature constantly emanates in the sound vibration of the world, do you hear it?
An extremely important role to be a real support for the functionality and usefulness of every good gesture we make, is the dignity taken to the rank of art, it is the integrity integrated in our own interaction with others.
At the basis of every consistent and responsible ethic of existence, we are always ready to give them breadth, fundamental values with which each of us was born.
Caring for self-determination for the benefit of others, acceptance of the whole around us in all the beauty with which he accepts us in the first instance, individualization in the collective form of awakening, tolerance in patience with which you indulgently close your eyes and feel the need of others, objectivity in rays of hope and supreme acts of good justice, confidentiality in appreciating everyone's awakening, social justice in deep terms of living and good intention, professional integrity in the greatness of the evolution of all humanity in natural existential terms, and respect for the person is the supreme value of social uniqueness.

Our identification in aspects related to human needs and problems and the quality with which we contribute, collaborate and work, increases the good interaction between knowledge of theories of human development and human behavior in essence on the one hand, and on the other hand gives us unlimited ability to be a good assistant to the whole world.

By caring for others in the most honest and honorable way, we acquire over time a kind of special profession in itself when we need to have a strong personality, sensitivity, to show involvement and availability, to communicate effectively, concretely and specifically. Optimism has a permanent character when we feel the extraordinary and superhuman feeling of giving in a simple hug for those in need!

The systematic evaluation of the situation of the world under the order and the apparent supervision of the existing facts, pushes us every minute further in a treacherous destiny of human nature and in a tense contradiction of facts and acts and information, we easily get lost in an undeclared form of occupation, for which each right now, pays the tribute in opposition to time.

"A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality."
Yoko Ono
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Perhaps the only revolution in dialogue with life is awakening itself.
Perhaps a warm and light whisper, in an unparalleled journey, in the pure and unparalleled impact above all, with life itself, in a fresh air of soul balm and the tradition of the inner voice through sacrifice and at the same time relief and promoting the truth, is truly a breeze of a compromise that we will all remember someday.

When we throw ourselves together with good intention into distant horizons the whole unlimited atmosphere enters the natural institution of humanity, as if when we sit on a bench in the park and feed the pigeons, the core of our desire for good, feeds an entire universe!

Patterns realistically framed in the great "nothing" cost a lot, when grief reaches unthinking grimaces on the faces of many, the long gazes that traverse entire galaxies in the genius of emotion of hearts is the beginning of a carol of change.
I have only once in my life hesitated to embrace, and since then I carry in my soul the empty space in the longing that has spread over time, always uttering in the depths of my soul ... what a wonderful moment of love in the regret of post-fulfillment...

The circle of art in fulfilling our mission is the sun that sees the world through us, and the dynamics with which we dedicate ourselves with our eyes closed on a blue planet where the water of our being flows, where the forest counts the trees of our endurance as human race in the green light start, the indelible memories of a present invent and reinvent the future to infinity.

Let's learn from other people, the colors to paint the light in this life, when sincerity has no stops, we are the parents of our soul in which fate has brought us both a smile and a trial, through wisdom.
The human heart is like spring time, in the palm of spring that shows us the future, tears of longing flow on arms full of loving greenery, whole bunches of beautiful feelings that decorate our souls in the colors of hope.
A spring in the heart of many billions of dreams, full of dreams and opinions in which you realize who you are according to the thoughts you have, when you are alone with yourself, together with the rest of the others.

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From the heart of the flowers at the edge of my soul I would like to send in your way a bouquet of dreams, so that you can keep it in the palm of your hand where I last offered you my heart.
The rains of longing, hide in the depths of the dawn the question of an answer, that we are smiles woven in colorful tears of wind, we are many worlds over which the ashes of time lie wonderfully, in the smoke of light of the dream of life.

We are prescribed to life not in conditions illustrated by realities, but in the most fundamental way to fulfill our mission. The standard is not value judgment in a task assigned to a purpose.
The goal is not a support of waiting in a causality or relativity of free will, the implications are in billions of fractal answers to which we do not even get to understand the questions.

The obstacle is not an obtained or surpassed value, the perfection lies in the spiritual self-guidance, in the eternal elixir of the best inner advice that we can give to our soul in propagating in good ways for the spirituality of an entire humanity.
The autobiography of the most precious questions lies in the message of the fine touch of the soul, always too early to acquire understanding and never too late to apply it.

In the beginning it was just life, now we have a world everywhere, it's our world, take it in pages of spiritual art and soul culture, for the joy of a holiday among the stars, right here on planet Earth.

At the edge of the world when we unite in dance, the orchestra of an entire universe sings in notes of love only for us, silent among the stars we dance trembling, the forest is reborn in eternal majestic green living in balance over times past in a recent future.
Human nature also sings in the mystery unleashed in tears of happiness when we love every sound and form of life in the Universe.

I dedicate the day of eternity today to sailing in a happy meeting tomorrow.

Rain Sound and Rainforest Animals Sound - Relaxing Sleep...:sleep:

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Anca

Sarah Rainsong

21st June 2020, 00:44

Rain Sound and Rainforest Animals Sound - Relaxing Sleep...:sleep:

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Anca

One of my favorite videos! :flower:

Anka

21st June 2020, 23:57

The last quiet place on Earth

Why is location the key? Why is peace the impenetrable ocean in the sense of life?

The days we count in the deserted beaches of time, record an amplified success in our spectacular evolution, time occurs in thunder of existential rocks while we try to define ourselves.
In all the astronomical graphics and the wonderful hypotheses in the relevance of science, philosophy penetrates in the sense of today the complexity of the deepest analysis in full existential comfort in our admirable existentiality.

Enthusiasm shines in indications of the future, in an apparently seemingly reborn age. The whole complex mechanism of ongoing influence denotes individuality in every score in our reaction to the present.
The heartbeat in the ominiscient narration of daily life, resonates strongly in the complex circularity of the action plans, resonates in the voice of synchronicity, attracts in the condensation of electromagnetic jelly, the forces of an entire universe that simultaneously beats the date with us.

The domino effect in the flexibility of our freedom degrades, builds and detaches, reassembles in orderly chaos, improvises, defines and stratifies glorious uniqueness in individual pixels of human evolution into one. Destiny manifests itself in a wonderful continuous epic event.
From the perspective of the introspection of our own facts, thoughts, actions, monologue and dialogue, expression of senses, we determine the narrative character of life in extensions of attraction when we profile the focus at zero point and the vision as a whole simultaneously.

The wonderful story of our inner feelings through the showcase of the consciousness of others, disambiguates our way of understanding in a wider spectrum the whole hypothesis and conclusion in solving new challenges.

The voice of the earth is the voice of our heart, the event of beginning and end in the synthesis of the feeling belonging to each of us, discards the monograph of our natural source in the need for collective homogeneity, sanctifies and justifies the status of human beings here.

Emotional discipline in the rigor of managing and organizing feelings will one day begin to flow freely through the intensity with which we understand and facilitate the positive understanding of the feelings of others, good things we could do simultaneously, always in the spirit of giving.

The genius of every reason, would perfectly combine the needs of each of us, will save time and will effectively lead to an creative emotional life for each of us.
The indulgence at least, of hoping for such a future, can create in a relatively long time fund that can even become a part of our good future, much earlier.

The quietest place in the world is perfect, it is in the ambiance and resonance of our pleasure to exist, and the short way to the idea is the art of exercising in full force of sensitivity, attention and care, love and devotion walking in grace to perform an act of art in the definition of peace.

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Our only fortune today, here, is the passion with which we manage to happen, confessing and completing the entire creation of the real work of existence in the wonderful commotion that the nonchalant time overflows.

The quietest place on earth is the destination itself to which we each go. Every step you take must make you happy, quiet and calm. Every step forward brings you back to the moment of the present, which is the only time you can be alive.
Step as if you want to imprint your foot on the ground, saying: This is the imprint of my peace of mind! "

Do not imprint your suffering and anxiety, but imprint peace and tranquility on earth. You have to walk in such a way that you cannot find any trace of anxiety and suffering, but only peace and joy. As you take happy steps on earth, it becomes pure earth, it becomes your dream destination, the greatest oasis of peace.

The concluding outcome of the events follows the anticipatory route of yesterday, committed uncontrollably today in human instincts, thought in stages of evolution and learning in betrayal, influencing and capitalizing on a possible future, constantly following our reason from a noisy place of soul.
Famous creativity has no limits when the wind, in the breath of life and beauty,
it defoliates our branches of truth from the universe, when the ancestral roots of our being illuminate their lasting voice, shaking the earth and when the imagination is no longer the limit, our heart will beat in the wave of will in billions of valves, our silence will be heard in billions of voices and desires.
It will not be easy, it is not and it has never been easy to hear the voices of billions of souls, it is as if you know what happens between the first and second breath of each person.

...it is as if the sound stops only to be able to hear all the voices of the hearts.

For many, loneliness means sinking into the synchronicity of chaos, keeping their peace in the noise of what they feel in the next phase of the space between silence and noise, a continuous antidote.
For others, dizziness in the speed of the propagation of life always leaves them somewhere on the surface in exchange for the overwhelming interior in the vast heartbeat of the soul in front of the beautiful and the unknown.
The space for everyone to step into their own spiritual intimacy is a generous walk as a symbol of welcome and to come at peace with the dance between breaths to feel, to feel a space in which we are alive for the first and last time in the millions of times we will be happy again forever.

The last quiet place on earth is our very challenge to find our way to it, what is the way for each of us through which reality can fulfill or overcome it?

The passion with which we want to find him tells us that this is the way we have to run while we are still waiting to give ourselves a start.
While we are still counting in ascending order, at the speed of dance and in the voice of earthly life, the countdown has long since begun, passages of life in stages of hope pass over us as we run among them and flee from them.

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An entire run in the emotion of time passes gallantly over our desires, fulfilling the beauty of a route in the era in which we are the heroes, in the era in which we feel we have done the impossible, in the era in which we believe that the beginning of a new end continues without knowing why.

Where the gods have descended, where the walls of the world have become transparent in paths of time and space, where there is no Moon or Mars and the distance between the stars is so great, the echo of a miniature world of a single unfulfilled dream will resonate deeply in the eclipse of a meeting with the quietest place on earth, our soul.

Stand up again in waves of resilience due to the genes of the human race unique in the universe, be different and the same with the needs of the earth, merge your desire for unification in the tears and joy of an entire humanity, unleash the most beautiful sky in your soul in you, step proudly into the life extension of the earth!

The legend of an environment of belonging, the belief in the order of duty in the plants poultice of healing a whole world, the universe within us raises us in a background of surrender, the difference of the resurrection of the force to give up the fight for greatness, the planet rises under the protection of the most beautiful mantles of our soul.
Follow the inspiration, believe in the incredible You, stretch your arms in the wavelength of the only miracle that composes you in this world, vibrate above the most feared life story that changed you, listen to the dream, follow the passion, Live alive.

I am proud of the smile of humanity, I am proud to be a human being, I love the wonderful features of our fundamental ability to give, we are perfect in inner quintessence and outer greatness, we are the most sensitive warriors in a superficially superimposed era, our gaze to heaven speaks loudly in the essence of our creation as a human race on this planet, we rise in the justice of our soul singing a lullaby of an entire universe.
We will win the ineffable, the one who created us, the one who preserves and composes us, we breathe in the supreme freedom of our territory of life, we will meditate the mediation in the afterlife present on the page today, and we will regain our future.
We are the only human race with this power, we are in the service of waiting, in the center of an initiation ceremony, just for that.

Our territory is vast, the future is bright as well as an endless timeless prayer.:flower:

The paradise of our soul in the anatomy of our own world is the symbol fulfilled by alms giving that conquers anything, the most impenetrable source in full accessibility.
We can rewrite the stars, we can step into the reimagining of another world, only with the power of a single blink, we can manifest the primordiality in the genome of the melody of our soul.:flower:
The will cannot be killed, the thought cannot be restricted, the motivation becomes the prelude to inspiration, in the proclaimed theme of works of life, the similarity in synchronicity in the power of truth and the hope of good, devotion and love, will last in a second when we could finally say:
"This is the quietest place on earth!"

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Anca

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Anka

22nd June 2020, 22:23

Kindness covers and beautifies everything like a wide expanse of white snow falling from the sky.

In the middle of winter, our soul snows every day over the lava of inner knowledge.
Every day is special in years of treading snowy white paths of life, but time wakes up in a mad rush to fulfill ambitions and is always aware of what will never forget in our haste. Instinct does not stop time in place, and what we let it be understood most of the time, unfortunately it is that we are cold in the middle of our own winter.

Attention in return is the first glance of an innocent child who wants to see and understand what his first snow means by joy for no reason through the reaction of a simple smile.
When the first snowflakes we see spread lightly over the crystal of our soul, kindness is reborn in dedications of white air in the serenity of our full goodwill, and despite the cold outside, in the bosom of our spiritual fulfillment we will always feel warmth.

The celebration of awareness of the true meaning of snow is among the first choices, to recognize that life also means people.
Maybe the sparkles on the surface of a white snow are alive and maybe it means lights that elevate our happiness through the goodness that emanates from the eyes of our soul, eyes through which we can see a whole world in the hope of every falling flake.

The white atmosphere of goodness means a threshold that we can cross against us sometimes but to empower others in their hopes, a beauty that signs the entrance in to the book of human nature, a perfection in inner flakes of sparkle, that will always linger in the soul just for others, no matter how cold it will be.

Paths made in the snow are difficult, but the goal is always to get closer to each other, because no matter how snowy we are, we will always look for a human smile, a kind word and a hug at the other end of the path. We are destined to always look for each other.

Under the snow lies the earth as a moral support, from the cosmos the connection in white flakes of consciousness snow lightly over our foreheads, while the snow covers the diamond of our soul.
In all the vulnerability of our goals, dreams and hopes, we grind the facets of a diamond saying in an inner voice in full echo of camouflage of the atmosphere of white down: Now, or never!

When we say that life is a struggle, we define ourselves without wanting to be somewhere between being victorious and self-defeated, and when the fulfillment of being vulnerable in both circumstances is leaving the ring for a podium occupied only by the infinite possibilities to sketch the courage to discover them, we leave smiling also the podium and we enter in the empty hall where we can be the spectators of our own life.
While we get up to applaud believing that the play has ended in a favorable conclusion, the show continues infinitely, in stages of great stays of fulfillment.

From one moment to the next, throughout the story, we realize that we are looking exactly at our time and we do not know exactly if we are only spectators or the teachers of your own innovation of existence, sometimes silence is maintained during each exam in the theater of living steps.

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When we realize that everything is important and nothing is impossible, we respond to the challenge that we have never known, we have a place of honor in front of the only play where we bought a ticket that says:
"We will not give up"

Mud cannot soil a diamond as long as we see the beauty of the snow that cleans it in all its brilliance.

The grace with which we always remain in full suspense is the happiness that surpasses whole chapters of regrets, the wonderful moment of emptiness, captures the beauty that caresses the deepest awakening sleep.

When things take a big turn in our life, it's the perfect time to smile and whisper to our souls that: "There's always room for more."
We train every day to be better with ourselves, we are curious in the perseverance with which we believe we always deserve what is more uplifting and we are complex when we make small mistakes, but the course does not take note of our urge: "Let's go more away "and does not facilitate our overcoming when we say:" I can no longer "

The story is sketched in pre-existing complementary fragments and there is never a greater risk of not understanding the story of a draft of notes ever written by us, than to just make it happen.
When you have sketched your story, make sure you are ready for some "drafts" to appear. Like what we already know: "Happiness without risks, does not exist!"

I sit and wonder… We, today! What do we live for now? What are we fighting for in this existence? For whom are we important and do we matter when we say we make a difference? All the answers come down to a simple and clear "We".

We do not exist through the consonance of appreciation or depreciation to impress the world, we exist to feel life reinvented through good goals to protect the simple will of good people, we live unprepared to enter the state of self-transcendence of kindness.
But while,
Every good thought is like a white flag against the biggest wave of indifference, it means to be ready to sow the seeds of good wind, when the bullets break your chest on the field of challenge.
It is not a sacrifice, it is not a struggle, it is not the victory of good or bad, it is inherent that takes us on the wave whether we are ready or not, in the perspective of a rain of joy.

Joy, because today, we tie, smiling, on the left arm, the white banner of goodness, and we advance against a storm of chances, shouting in silence in our soul:

"Today I will claim kindness through the kindness within me!":flower:

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Victory can be a well-deserved memory, or it can surpass the rhythm of truth in the future, failure is zero in the waltz moment on the melody of freedom over whole fields of circumstances, but the definition can be essentially the beauty of kindness, something always accessible in the present moment of today.

As for me, the kindness in me has always lost before the term "loser" and I fell like every human being believing that I would not get up, I paid a whole life story believing that I was indebted to something, and although I appreciated in time, people, ideas, dreams, my whole acceptance always found me stumbling and falling, later I learned why falls, are part of the dance. I think I will always be in a position to apologize for being just a human being, but with a twinkle in my eye and a smile too wide for many, I will entrust the character of each answer to the question we war all born with.

Kindness is when we make sure that the experience we learn every day was intended only for us in the breadth of the definition of value for others, the quality of happiness that surrounds it can be a maze of life.

Sometimes the labyrinth we enter, obstructs any way out, so the only occupation among others, becomes loneliness in wonderful forms in the declaration of need for love, as we have seen many times, sadness goes in tandem with happiness and foreboding in the mirror of one's own personalities always realizing the taste of our actions and feelings in vivid shades.

How much can kindness cost us when we see the whole picture of a world painted in warm and cold colors?
How long will it take us to get out of that painting, integrating ourselves into the cosmic ensemble of reality in which the painting has been painted for too long?
How much do we want to embrace the presence of a rose when its thorns threaten to sting?

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Butterflies in their flight, count seconds in an infinite time of chance, they, in their flight accept any good or inappropriate greeting, flying happily and time seems to sometimes wait for them so that they can contemplate each flower.
What is the grace of kindness in the whole Universe that accepts us,as we are?

The clarity of the turbid water in our being takes shape in the infinite speed of the universe, when we have the same waves with it, when evolution could be the reason, the right time goes forward to allow a certain space for propagation.
The vitality of visualizing the true and wonderful spread of events will someday conceptualize our intrinsic goodwill of goodness, when naturalness will precede acceptance, at the beginning of a single step in the wonderful distance in miles of promises in the wisdom of simply being good. .

Simplicity competes with kindness, and the flame in the delicate movement of light, exercises our gaze and smile for those around us, when we ask time, to give us some more time.

It is never too late, if we manage to count the infinite in steps of indulgence, in skills of goodwill and if always what is important chooses to remain, just as important forever.

The collection of kindness is not written in the stars, it is the vocabulary of our own character in the overflow of vitality to learn.
For me, small details make the difference not in how many breaths I learned to give to life, but on the contrary in how many dates I learned to hold my breath to absolutely understand it.

I learned that I can draw life, in the absence of the eraser that stains the drawing sheet, the story only of the outline of the deepest naturalness to give with every step of life, lies in us all.
Trial is deed, success is exaltation, exaltation is due to trial, but authenticity recognizes a thousand times more each beginning to be tolerant of ourselves and others.

Simplicity is the most expensive perfume kept in the wonderful bottle of kindness, the essence is to to offer it all the time.

:heart:
Anca

Anka

25th June 2020, 23:09

Childhood - a regained Paradise

The homeland of our souls is childhood.

The fabulous land of fairy tales, from where our dreams come from, from where we come from :flower:
Wherever we go in the world, the sky will always mirror our place of birth, as if something always draws us there towards protection and the miracle of the birth of life. There seems to be the circle of the first experience, the miracle of life, the mystery of continuous joy, reliving the incomprehensible joys of life, there, our roots do not perish, there, subsequent identities of experiences are built, there, innocence breathes with us.

Our world today should be our childhood of yesterday and our childhood of tomorrow should be the certainty of the innocence of a better path to the near future. A good thing is that whether we remember or not, childhood is like a password of our return to the past towards a better future, a kind of dream about the future through the prism of the innocence in us, taken to a level of maturity in full childish amazement now.

The story of the tumult of life seems to end many times at the beginning of a new path to childhood, a kind of vulnerability declared in deep steps, when and where every day is a celebration of the truth of our existence.
The day when we are born again, a new beginning of life, a day when the sun's rays lose us in smiles, in seconds that count the time in our time, a special day, maybe even today, it can stay that way forever :flower:
I think with innocence how beautiful it would have been once in the future, for all our good thoughts to come together and declare the moment when the Earth is our friend, when the Sun builds us and the Moon protects us, called the moment of friendship between all good thoughts.

The moment when we no longer care about everything that seems bad and at the same time we see the billions good things we can float through. The moment when we can all merge with water, air, Earth in the land of free good thoughts, is the day of joy in butterflies reborn from innocence, it is the day of the entire planet, the day of an entire civilization of one human race, a wonderful day.
"This" is not an essay because philosophy cannot really define innocence, it is not a composition for children in the "little ones" section, it is just my way of being today, it is my childhood day and I share it with anyone today.:bearhug:

I can easily speak, but my pleasure is to write, so in the most honest to me, for the theme and inspiration way, I will simply continue...

"Childhood is the heart of all ages" someone said,
...and age is the station for transposing an entire childhood of life, I would add.
From the experience of the life characters whose character we play today, often in our dreams, we fall into the depths of stories in which our joy runs cheerfully and freely as if it had its own life, so maybe, we just have to look at it.

Joy is one of the keys, friendship is what binds them and the keeper of the keys is the law that keeps them in perfect childhood balance.:heart:

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If I were to describe the importance of childhood, then childhood would be a fifth permanent season. The warm season of joys in vivid plasma colors, where the soul gives birth to flowers in the scent of raindrops of life-giving light!
In the season of another time, where life gives pure life in oceans for millennia of infinite time, just so that we can always find the moment of childhood!

Let's not forget the importance of the real game of innocence!

Is it as if in this special season, we carol special stories, in which time seems to prolong dreams !

Some would say: Meet childhood! A preface to the volume of your life in how many life metaphors you can include... (ok, you can smile, I said that :))
Maybe if we can understand that the world we are in, is really a playground ,
just because we don't invite bad into our playground, just because the bad guys don't like to play with such gratuitous and free innocence!
And because I somehow know that a childish hug in all the innocence of giving our love for the wicked would "transform" them enough that the light really hurts for them.
Balance only provides.

We recognize the characters in the story of our life game only when we are in the vulnerability to say:... today I am just a child and my sensitivity exceeds today's game!
It's fun... because when we're kids, sometimes we get upset during the game and we say with a certain and apparent maturity: "It's just a game, and I have nothing to be upset about!"
although we may be upset...
Just as when we are in the "world of mature people" (with all the functions of the whole built system) we say when we meet real life with the same apparent maturity in the voice, that :"this is a childhood!".
I think that somewhere in the middle is the work opera of the whole transcendence from childhood to adulthood and vice versa and maybe at another age or sometimes in key moments we manage to add to this the patience to understand the whole picture.

Childish imagination can be the most effective way to our own indulgence, a successful adventure of the soul in full intelligence of laughter and wonderful games, the destination of pleasant play events in which we can always grow and develop in large areas of consciousness.

We can't lose childhood, it's the most precious escape paradise, and the most authentic way to learn, the red bow that binds the whole effect is always perfect.
When we hold in our palms a fluttering butterfly thirsty for the water of life and the joy of flight, we find in our eyes, inscribed in the colors of its wings, the whole passage and secret of living life, a living and bright tunnel in a wonderful setting of living hope.

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Thus, when we hear ourselves thinking aloud: "I want to be a child again!" - imagine! All we want to be is to be children ... we remember with remembrance how many life plans we made when we were little, how many adult professions we will wanted to have ... and plans just come in a society that it really outlines our options.

Just a little story:
When I was little, during communism in our country, the whole class of students, after classes, was taken to the fields to collect medicinal plants for the drug factories, it was a kind of group trip, where everyone received a norm to collect a quantity...quite small and more symbolic perhaps, but significantly quantitatively multiplied by the number of students.
We were all happy, because we were together in the bosom of nature, we did not know anything else and I wanted then, in the third grade, to become a real collector as a profession (but the profession does not exist and later my life outlined other options).
But I always return to it with passion, gathering plants that I know and knowing plants that I gather, believing in their healing power...and in the power of the Earth to sustain us in the wonderful dizzying speed only for us, under the oxygen vivid dome of awakening and in the call of Nature that nourishes and teaches us at every step with a good plant, the miracle of water and the abundance of its acceptance, Mother Nature, who accepted billions of species that she nurtured and grew spiritually in what we no longer know how to count as time.

Anyone can enjoy our childhood in all the blessing of patience and indulgence towards anything (even when we are arguing about life or an inappropriate fate) at some point,
... so let's be ready to just offer it, because the impressive gallery of creativity is in the realm of the good will to smile when we feel compatible in the area of a single age:

That of time in us!

Remember that memory requires nothing in return but the better future of other memories. We can love the unmistakable reality but on the occasion of celebrating the formidable childhood in teachings.Values surpass any teaching, in just the simple imagination of a child!

Even if playing without "children's toys", can become somewhat frustrating in adult hypotheses of the need for tools of existence, but the simplest return to childhood is just to draw the whole paradise, in the air under the sun and under the inspiration and innovation of the clearest sky, with your empty hands and with a soul full of creative games of spiritual evolution, an idea that belongs to us individually in the greatness of the widest and most beautiful diversity possible.

You can see the stars shining in the sky among the branches of a tree and in the most disturbing wisdom of a child to say, "This is a star tree!"
Sometimes the wisdom of a child removes and frightens away fear, so all we have to do is smile looking at that wonderful tree. To me, this sounds like a ever return home to Earth where fireflies caress our hair with their lights, where the grass grows for the sake of childhood, just for us!

A beginning for all of us, a natural continuation in the metaphor of flying over this world in colorful dimensions, a permanent kindergarten where we can decipher the secrets of the world much easier, a permanent vacation equal to the most incomparable wonderful experience as a human being!

We can take this vacation, it's ours!

We can take childhood by the hand today,
we can go through wonderful experiences from memories to the future, to hug the first and last toy we have - Life, we can always climb the fabulous autobiographical scene of an entire universe in our hearts, just to say:
"Childhood is childhood !":Party:

My urge for a better future is to age beautifully in the creativity of a child heart and the innocence of angels, to become children again just when we feel that we are finally and truly mature!

With love and in the barred spiral time, in the spectrum of sunlight, in the times of our childhood,
same :heart:
Anca...

Stephanie

26th June 2020, 22:06

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Anca ... you are like the universe 💖

Anka

27th June 2020, 00:15

Thank you Stephanie!:bearhug::bearhug::bearhug:

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I dedicate this day to the friendship of all human beings of tomorrow :flower:

We are all embroidered by the grace of a drop of pure water that reflects the light within us in full gratitude for life.
We are the best source to start another world, we are the guardians of the world we still maintain. All of us.
We define the beginning and divinity of the richest beauty in the area of human nature that we embody. Relativity is born in concepts made to forget them, but Nature excels any form of life as a whole of universal living.

Our meeting with benevolence at a normal level inscribed in the genes of the human race, is the greatest blessing, the most divine character to shine in the realm of the power of one-dimensional perception essentially equivalent to the miracle of life.

I believe that all of us can choose in the simplest quintessence to feel love, the gift or the intention at a deeply significant value in order to unify the sacred promise of some principles thanks to the genius of integrity.
We are our own wisdom in the vision of the rigorous potential of awakening in the full escape of spiritual freedom!
The virtue of a fulfillment lies in the contemplation of clarity, the self-sufficient merit of clarity is the constant guarantee of flowering in life permit.

The unspoken resolutions in the sound of writings and the unwritten words in the tumult of today's world, are the proclamation of the usual in clear forms of awakening.
When we say that life is "on" the settings of the heart by virtue of axioms in the wonderfully ordered chaos of the Cosmos, it certifies itself. It is no struggle, it is no purpose. It is.
Relevance? it is the resonance of endurance embrace.
Our resilience, crosses in seasons of timeless time, our entire construction!
Let's exclaim what is usual! Do we want to?
Elements of uniqueness embrace, will find us, without knowing how, all embraced once.
The creation of summoning the primordial grace, the one we do not know, lies in extremely simple things, is to always offer something we do not have.
One phrase is enough: "Hey, man, I'd like to help you, I love you, you know? All I can offer you is me," if that phrase had a symbol, I'd light the sky with it, just so everyone knows at the same time, that WE ARE!
I see light and grace in every living being, and all I can do is evoke it, as if I were living for it alone.
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We can all do this, as if as we read this, and I as I write it, the moment unites the spirit of what we truly represent that emerges from within us in a joyful and ever-joyful run to the beings of the world. which we have not yet met and have not yet embraced. Imagine our joy!
We can be divided into billions of soul chips, just to be able to embrace the whole world, the way to our home!
Billions of puzzles float in the infinity of good possibilities!
When we say that the stars are the end, we find ourselves here, on the playground of all possibilities, even among the stars!

Variety means true awakening, awakening begins to accept it as it accepts us. Everything is accepted, it only remains to be able to recognize this on an absolute level.

Our declaration to bless this world is our only mission.
Our mission to tread on ethical paved roads brings us the glory of being here every moment. We cannot search in search, but we can respond in full response through which we breathe.

All we can collect from the celestial transcript is the measure of our will taken to the metaphor of feeling it, a remarkable inner perceptibility of life alone.
We do not have the strength of any debt or fighting intentions when we remember that we were born to live, the integrity of channeling good emotional intelligence in the evolution of universal exchange in consciousness, is just the beginning where nothing begins and nothing ends. At the center of a balance, its equivalence with itself, is almost non-existent and ubiquitous in the space of knowledge, we can feel it right around us.

The angles of life of subsequence impress and it dimensions by itself, and the essential privilege of dimensional reminiscence builds new times, but the connection in order to pour love into vibrations of plasma colors over time, is awesome and it belongs to us.

Unity, in the night of our playground, is the day of all possibilities, and when we believe that we have just begun, an astral envelope of abilities spreads easily over us.
When we exclaim by expressing humility in our own creation, our evolution becomes precious through our thoughts in the souls of others!
When thousands of souls involve the sky of our own consciousness in one creation, then we will all sing the favorite song of an entire universe, in which the rhythm of the drumming beats, beats forever, as now.

:heart:
Anca

Anka

29th June 2020, 02:28

When we hear our voices

We meet again in the art of a single glance, under the dome of so many sounds in the breeze of so many words to say, especially when the voice of the eyes speaks.
In hurried steps on the general background of a society in its own way, billions of voices pass through the world, in the longing of some for others, a vibrant noise.
One in search of the other means billions of colorful parachutes in words that fall from the sky just to meet the earth.

We are in love with the immortal spring velvet dessert of our souls, but we walk like sleepwalkers in the waterfalls of dreams.
What else can we see in front of our hearts? Everything!

The most beautiful month of the year tells us about how the most voluminous Moon of every night grows in magnetic love every blade of grass of our soul.
The voice in billions of stories like letters floating in the sky through the clouds, resounds in billions of sounds of hearts beating on this wonderful planet called Hope.
If we put our hands to our eyes, we can read all the letters of hope of an entire humanity, knowing that we will never forget to speak, just as we will never forget to listen to the same extent.

Under the effect of love in the full unconditional grace of the greatness of the Sun, we wake up looking around not finding anyone and everyone. We are all here!

In a night in the middle of the morning, the moment when the buds of desire in the branches of our life will crack, the moon will protect us under its guidance in the rain from waves of melancholy, where the memory of a hope of sun to which we all say good night and good morning , the clouds of the future will invest the light in the living faith of life, there the sound of the voices will stop in the silence of the voice of a single planetary heart.

The reality of an appearance comes from the travel river to which we all once subscribed. When the water flows too early, the vacuum left behind by the future will be the flow of our will.

The first letter that is born from the ashes of an existence lived by us in the parchment of a mystery, will write about how sleepy we traveled the tunnels over wider distances than any time could count, will find us still reading the last letter. .
We have caressed the walls of that tunnel for so long with all the senses in the dark looking for light, now that we believe that the tunnel actually lights our way, we still walk and step on it, without knowing that we can be the tunnel ourselves through as many senses as we want to experience them by recognizing them.

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A distant voice said that we have been looking for our skills for a lifetime and we can't find them, but I say that the skills are actually looking for us, even while we are looking for them, so let them indulgently find us!
Then comes the question of whether or not the skills will actually have to get used to us ... often because we are here we only have a feeling in full capacity to explore suspicion, so this spins endlessly knocking down any creation of ability, but abilities are providers of immense exploration of silence that will teach us what it means to hear all we say, someday.

There are so many billions of ways to satisfy a good life, that even if we wrote tattoos on our skin on top of each other, we couldn't mention them all, but we could feel them through tattoos.

In a beautiful waltz on a song that we like so much, spinning in our own room, we rejoice in the pleasure of thinking with ourselves, but what if we all came out of our room outside in the street where to sing and dance of joy because we met? It would be the most fantastic center of joy in the Universe and the planet would vibrate with us, waking up from its snoring maintenance.

Now the silence is still closed in too many spoken words and too few heard words.

On what planet could we ever believe that we can look at each other in fright through a fog of forced density before us? Under the symbol of whose human nature do we build the urge to let each other die alone without hearing each other?

When I say that we must hear the voices of all mankind, it is not an easy task and I do not say it easily, but somewhere under this expression that I support through all the good deeds I do every day, lies the endless blue of the metal rock of to a single hope, something that will not melt, the nature of the metal out of my desire and goodwill, I wish I could have it for others as well.

In the sky of our desires inscribed in floating white clouds, always the wind in the breath of time will manage to blow them easily, giving way to the world that fulfills the moving clouds of life flow. The event can be the story of a dreamy experience, and the experience in sleep steps in the summary of unfinished chapters, above a moving world of speech, can be the poem of a long moment in the history of an entire human civilization.
We must be careful how we can read in the clouds desires for shades of blue to white, the voices of the people around us.
Something of the power of a single desire of a man, can never be written all the time as a complement to a sound of voice that when we hear it we can not forget.

How many times have we not looked at people walking down the street and "heard" the voice of their heart in their eyes? How many similar looks have we not all met ...
The gaze, the experience, the breath and the allure, is the divinity in the voice within us, sometimes the slit of light in the repair of what we all call the relevance of Nature, nature as an inner process in the middle of earthly Nature and Cosmos nature in full creation, something dimensioned to truly say that it traverses Nature from time to time.

Our struggle to find perfection dissipates identity, identity instead is a good waste of time in the full happiness of the energy of a perfection. Those who value beauty with a price, will pay that price, those who beautify a simple value, will win the only price for which their values stand in front of beauty.

Now that I have said this, I feel like the billions of voices that want justice in values too simple to be desired, are reconstituted among known and unknown elements.

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The modesty that loses us among the acacias in the flower of words, blossoms with the spring of our souls about which I, at least, speak of a life time, when the spectators of our own good will, will give us bee wings to carry out our mission to gather the tasty honey of life.

The consistency of our life in a future of a certain evolution, will give us the strength for example in the most beautiful form of friendship, through which the transfer of our words to others will be in fact their desire for good for all to another.
The success of an even better escape brings to the forefront the library in letters of goodwill to each other, in a place where others read aloud to their souls and others learn as they pass on the sound.

When we all speak so many different languages, ambiguity can become a culture in itself somewhere between contrast, suggestion, punctuality and dreaming wrapped in a permanent success of human beings to integrate exactly into their allure of simple people.

We are faced with a fulfilled fact, the weight and ease with which we speak and feel at the same time is not a conclusion, when we say that life starts tomorrow then the ideas take a beautiful generous outline but we must balance the voices of others in the whole scene life here on Earth, and there is more to be done here than the universe itself has to do.
In the twilight of our evolving adolescence, we always hear ourselves say, "All that is bad goes for good," but this statement seems a rather austere statement in the midst of all the possibilities we have at hand.

We are looking for the compass of a whole universal spectrum while the sphere of balance is here on earth, as if in the triumph of the best thought, the personal time spent as heard voices precedes any level of hope fulfilling the deepest wishes for good.

In full feelings of images and under the eyes of many voices, to let unconditional love know infinity, to hear the invincible voice of humanity to shake the world, to accept the caress of every good thought in the fullness of giving a thousand times more than we can receive.
Let us hear the future in the light of this present by mastering this silence in the comfort of the connecting grace of speaking and listening.

:heart:
Anca

Anka

1st July 2020, 02:15

The color of the sound of an entire world
A spark of proclamation in full declaration to the one and only one. One in All.
(Just something I wrote in the kitchen today, when I was cooking :) but, with the thought at the future.)

What is the color of your soul?

Nothing compares to the connection between people in a chromatic meeting sensitive to anything that can be called EVERYTHING.
The spark of our sovereignty in individual petals of spiritual colors, writes burning and floating in the air, a miracle of refuge of a wonderful refrain that we all sing right now! ~

We possess what really builds us right now when we weigh a waste of time lying in a millennial melody of stories superimposed over interfaces of life that we also choose. Memoirs covered with the name of our soul, about entering in a birth of choice and the only choice that belongs to us is a future "sworn" identity of fulfilling new and new missions in sequences of light transposed into billions of colors of our voices. We. People.

I believe in two synchronicities in simultaneous accomplishments of at least two sunrises, when I say that the future will be good. We are fine.
I now address to you "Uniqueness" with a question: "When will I be able to see you again?", wherever you are, the answer constantly precedes the question.

To the question of where are you, I answered with a "how" answer to the question "why?"(?)
You are what is my heart, in my soul, you are in the dreams we all have, you are in all the love that humanity can share, far in our presence, from where we all come from!

That's what we're all waiting for! The sequence menu that prepares us in the vibrations of light how to be the perfect conductors in full description of fullness.
The resources are particular, the aspects surpass any measure to define "good" in the most glorious awakenings of the world.
The truth is that we will never give up on each other!
If you think you are looking for the love of others, you are wrong, because you already have it. Try to "give in" to the idea as if billions of color temperaments in good thoughts were writing this in the sky in front of you.
Accept ALL characters, it is not an easy task, but it is not difficult either, because no one and nothing will ever separate us!
Our journey, one to the other has already been made, we are already together. We feel our presence next to each other more than ever. We are here. We are alive. We just have to take a few steps, or just turn around and find the first form of life :) we are so close, the world is so small, so few people.
All we ever wanted was without the need for words, words are "manageable" the living experience of indulgence towards all beings, it is not discussed, it happens,
enjoy "silence" in the loudest vibrating voice in billions of character shades in the frequency of a single dream. The illusions of "everywhere" tell you every day that this is not a reality, it is the most "correct" form in which we can appreciate the mission, also given by us, in the first instance. It can be fun in the way we can find the "corners" of the world in which to hang our "keys" to every secret of awakening. We were made for each other, we can't dispute that, and no matter how much we do,
we will always end up saying out loud and with a tear of longing that easily extinguishes us in memories we don't understand: "I adore you, you human race."
Sometimes we write unwillingly from the wounds of our heart...

"I only have a longing in my soul where I write words that I miss and it's not easy because instead of love, I receive delusions"

But, the promise that we will be here tomorrow, for each other, is alive!

Let's take the first step in several steps, it's not the will sometimes, I know, it's pure courage, some would say pure "madness" ...
... but when we can't stop crying because of the nature of the attacked facts from all sides, everything hurts us only and only from the lack of each other!

Let's finish reading here, remember the "first day" and have a cup of tea, lift it up for the sky, from the balcony of the highest goal of love, in the wind of our courage, and say: "Goodbye fear! " and instead of saying "Goodbye" to everyone, let's say "Hello People!" there is no distance between me, you and the whole world!

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Even for a moment, we can look at each other, in the eyes and truly feel what the other is "saying," remembering that we can see with the eyes of our heart in the colors of the most beautiful eyes of the wonderful human race that we are.

Now shout as loud as you can: "I miss you !!!" I miss all humanity from wonderful human beings sometimes!
It burns and hurts any longing, when we walk with our eyes closed on the street with our arms outstretched!
Embrace every day at least one form of life and you will miss more and more to embrace the whole Planet every second!

When you feel that it is a "waste of time" to reach out to the other next to you, remember that you have two hands, on the other hand you hold a whole humanity in deep vibrations of hopes held on the threshold of a simple desire for centuries of history long gone during the billions of ancient seasons! You have two responsible hands along a soul large enough to understand each other's hopes in detail!

Time is the relativity of the most beautiful feeling of admiration in the warmth of every ray of sunshine, in the breath of every human being, in the grains of entities that cross our planet honoring it!
Time is the transport clock inside us, we are the transport resource with integrated "content" for the colors of each sound passage in the vibration of our consciousness.
We also "provide" time in locations where we can search for an entire world in expectations, we can organize "trips" in full access to original sources of colors, as sunlight will always be white, just as our expectations is, everything will be (is) unlimited.

Where the sound of billions of galaxies and planets drawing symbols, speaks in multicolored footprints of life, about our evolution as a human race, let's "recognize" this in terms of their expectations in the light in which we were created.

An entire humanity looks at the sky, an entire humanity says out loud in the silence of their eyes, "Speak to me as if human beings were talking."
The stars fall to the desire of billions of souls and we all at the same time, watch the most beautiful heavenly spectacle, right here on Earth, in colors of joy in the vibration of the highest terms of peace.
Once each one sinks into the ocean of his soul of stars, he will drip with him once in the rhythm of the creation of good.
The stars will never disappear, they will have the patience for all of us to be able to find the connection between them in the highest degree of love in its own dimension.

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The Moon tells us: I am here, if you need me, I will look at the stars with hope only for you!
So, hope that you will never let go, with an outstretched hand to the others who are still waiting, the silence of an entire humanity speaks in your loneliness with which you grow, learn to walk in hasty steps towards the first man "in your way" and reach out saying : "Let's see together how quickly we will find happiness!"
It's much better anyway, to be all here, at home, the "radio" connection in full love broadcast, can change the axis in energy connections like we have never met before!

If one cannot connect to words in all their simplicity, then it may be more viable to connect more directly with the whole tide of feelings we all have, in constructive emotions that speak to our ability "to be right" to speak about the family of an entire human race.

We are the strongest people, of all the "people" in universes superimposed by connections to which we have signed so many times!

WE ARE, the strongest people united in the heart of one Man. Do you feel that way?
It is extraordinary how a drop of love in areas of wonderful elements through the eyes of a single human being is enough. It is not a secret, on the contrary it is something we all do not need to know. Because we are human and we do not need reasons for when we ask "Why", especially when the effect of our good will is built on answers that bear the symbol "Because".

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When you are with yourself now, when you know that you have long since begun to believe in the story of your life, time passes and we feel so strongly the need for colorful dreams that take us far, no, we do not need to understand ourselves.
We need to hug ourselves!

Embrace yourself now, in the most sincere dialect of an entire humanity and try to close your eyes, to kiss billions of meanings and expressions in all the languages of the world!

Let's go, in love with us, in the childhood of the best faith, we don't need fairy tales, we have to be the way we are now, to be at our fingertips near everyone when we need to climb.
Perfect strangers in achieving the same goal, to realize that if you run out of no reason, cause and effect will discount all our lack of effort. Try. Sing in the same color with me ~

I do not want to know where you have been until now, or where you will go, because YOU as a human being have so far gone hand in hand with me, a single walk ~ Now, and then, and always, "I" have given as I give now the future in the presence of those many "me" for all those many "of you"
When we feel that any place is completely better than where we are, let's lead our connection by desire itself, let's learn not to dream but to catch our fastest resources exactly in the idea and feeling that every person is someone!

Don't ask yourself "who" will lead you to the door of the stars and "how" you will go through the colors of your own resonance of living being, or what will wake you to life in a good morning of dream life. It's not me.
IT IS, the whole Universe contained in our beings all contained in the greatest dance of guidance.
Look up at the stars today, and if you have seen the stars, then look once more, we go up, where we will reach the euphoria in the wise rays of solar construction, where the Sun will be grateful to you.
When you think you are talking alone and being able to see this in the color of speech, it is not a responsible task it is easy especially when you speak "thinking" with the permission of an entire nation of people, because the Nature of Freedom guides you, but you must thank Freedom because she doesn't ask your permission to exist.

Put your heart where it can be seen, freedom is always there at our fingertips, only we used it as a concept in the term "Freedom of" ... something for which time was lost somewhere in us ...

When we say "We want the lights on" and "We don't want to run anymore" we are looking for secrets in the truth that builds our expression in our own search.
When we talk about freedom, we are saying the name of an entire planet of what for us might be a universe, but for all worlds it is certainly our home.

In the sound diagram of this plane dimension, the sound waves of the freest love colors are obvious.

In an open field of open opportunities in fulfilled good spirits, we will always find the landmarks of interpreting the most certain function we have and we can demonstrate this in full vitality, to recognize the sound of love.
"We no longer need to dance in the dark, when we have so many billions of possibilities in shades of opportunity that always lead to definite probabilities" (an idea that belongs to a friend).

In the warmest composition of light, the radiation of the best positivity for today, will refract in the spectrum of the variety of future souls in us, will propagate entire galaxies in plasmas colored by sonic hopes!

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always,
Anca

Anka

7th July 2020, 18:44

The journey to tomorrow's land,

We are all the peaceful creators of tomorrow's land, the journey in dreams and hopes to the world drawn in billions of heavens, as many as no one can count, where millions of blown suns rise in the sky, where night meets day forever, where light is the grace of a wonderful form of gravitation through the meditation of time and space.

We are too young to understand and let ourselves be caught in a dream, but how long do we have, will we touch the Earth or will we find ourselves in the starry sky? because we live here on a planet of billions of stars, a good planet to visit and stay.

All I can do is write and I'm here at some point on the way to our journey together, but please don't wake me up when it's all over, wake me up every second to find yourself in myself.
Our promise when we were children, we still have it in our pockets and every time we want to dream, we take the promise out of the pantry of our soul.

My exhortation today for tomorrow is to never hide, to stand tall in view of the present, so that the future may see us well.

If our promise of tomorrow's land would be a meadow between the sky and the earth, then the atmosphere is being built even as we "speak" right in front of us, somewhere in the distance and near.

The toy of time is in our hands, we do not have to look for it, and when we want it very much, we have to count the stars in the sky while we find it in our arms.

If tomorrow were today, then today we can change the whole future.
Every drop of love, every look of ours towards each other builds the moment of tomorrow.
If we all had an instrument in which to sing our hope each in its own breath, then the longing of an entire humanity would have the same sound simultaneously with our greatest desire.
If we all find ourselves together, we will also find love as an element of unification at such a high level that there will be no need for definition or explanation.

Say good morning to your soul and it will open to you in more and more daring hopes, wake up in the morning dreaming of continuing a dream that we all have.

I know we have so much to say and we have no way, in such a digital age we have become extensions of our desires never communicated, somehow silence speaks incessantly through digital environments and waves where we meet in the fiction of the other's dream, wishing us his wish.
But about the search we need that one, a one that we talk about a lot like heroes of something that could be possible just a click away and in our immediate vicinity.

We melt in longing for each other and instead of shouting as loud as we can that we are alive to live for others and for this world, society hides us in its underground dungeons and forces us to say every second: And another love is lost in the past!

We seem to be just poor, shieldless souls, we complain when we are trampled on and we can't fight back individually.
When diversity in society and in the even wider area of our soul imposes individuality, we are prepared to accept this, without knowing that flow has two paths, without knowing that individuality defines diversity in spheres of infinity, so wide that the whole life stream cannot contain it.
Individuality in the measure of the inner self only through the prism of all the life forms in the universe and near us, transforms us into the vessel of transport to the future of a better universe, where
energy has been carrying us for a long time.

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The transformation of tomorrow's territory gives you the opportunity to do it without baggage, when the solutions are not defined and there is no guarantee and no security, the territory becomes ours!

Responsibility is not a theory, change is not a promenade of choices in hurried recruitment, and if clarity will mean disturbing the waters in a continuous vacation, and even if we have the feeling that we are not accompanied, utopia becomes a clear sign that we must reinvent each perspective in migration always good, saying: I can only be pushed so far that I will not be able to reach myself but I will find everyone else.

By nature, it means living in the story of those around you, stepping into the journey of tomorrow's creators, becoming one and feeling the resonance of creation distributed in the unique heart of the Universe.
An answer would be too simple, especially when we do not know the question and we need to know it.
When we manage to believe that we know everything, it means that we have not actually discovered anything so far.
The setting in which we serve the search for meaning is magnificently simple and extraordinarily complex and at the same time, important.

Everything we think is precious and of colossal importance, is recorded in an effect in the diary of a huge plain that we think we can step on without being careful, but when it becomes scary to pass, we look down, and the plain with flowers it disappears and we wake up walking on a very thin wire that sways between life and the light of life with the naturalness that it, imposingly, demands of you to walk.

It's as if we can't have a single choice in so many billions of choices, the satisfaction of finding a problem together with the Solution and the solution is just the beginning that it never ends, everything is packed in the complexity and convenience we understand things, a package mailed, along with our wishes, with the above address to tomorrow's land.

The whole struggle and debate becomes a souvenir that we can keep, or maybe not, linked to the ancestral land of humanity in search of truth, or detached from the truth in its application, far and near in cultivating the only sense of freedom in light that we have.

When we feel orphaned by any law of the universe and beg for the future to bring us something better, we sing in a very powerful song actually billions of laws of the universe even without knowing it.

When we trust each other, and we know we need each other, we make up the largest group made by an entire human race in the universe, a unique and special race, in a special place that will be even more visible throughout the cosmos. .

The day of Today it will take by "assault" a hundred days to come and a hundred days to pass, through which we will pass if we feel at this very moment that we have come to this earth in large groups souls.

I step by writing on a common and straight asphalt also poured by all of us, to facilitate our passage here, at least I tried.
I know what it means to be human, and I am an unimportant person in the face of the sufferings of other people, I know that the steps are enormous and the eyes are full of tears, but we continue to move towards the future, because it is the only option, to go straight ahead and the culmination is that we have no way to stop, if every step hurts when we pass barefoot, then let us try to pass victoriously over any suffering with angelic steps.

I always said, if we fail to carry out our task as human beings then we will certainly carry it out, like angels, so we have at least two options. If you cannot be human you can certainly be an angel, or vice versa. It is not a title or a grandeur or any difference, it all lies in the simplicity and ease with which we feel that we can offer our love to those around us at the level of love beyond any feeling, at it's true level of divinity in all of us is the evidence.

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How many times have we not all said: "Staying is so hard that you have to constantly cry for help!"... but also to leave is so easy, so whenever we run into these two possibilities, we can always choose to grow with our own forces somewhere in the middle.

Every day, we melt under the only oath that recorded us as human beings, we live with our eyes open and see how over our oath it rained with gunshots.
Words of encouragement for us and others, are said in a whisper, are said, but are said very rarely, and courage becomes a story that slowly(maybe) disappears.

We talk about ourselves as if we were at a distance, but we are all here and I know for sure that WE ARE, although we do not seem, but we are heroes.

Billions of stories are born when we lighten up and feel the weight in almost 30 grams of care for others around us, where we run in the way of others between more sunrises than we can count, up there, where the earth laughs at sunset and in the rising of tomorrow's land in the explosion of a sky of billions of suns in the full romance of Nature in the night of an entire Universe just for us, in the moment of a minus and a plus,
where our longing for love receives an answer, we will smile.

When the wind of hope blows warm and gentle, trying to tell us that we have received a gift and failing to see it, we feel that our chest is lighter with a ray of light that we hold in both palms easily and give it to others who need it...

We already read the hope of an entire humanity in promises that awaken our souls and as if our only reward is what we have left behind in our history embodied in the senses, in deeds and words.

We'll never know if something or anything around us turns on the light in his hope that he'll meet you! regardless of any situation, regardless of the diversity of spirit.

Kiss the inspiration when you look for it and it will bless you, you bravely go beyond any rules, say something without a title, fill the gap with an even wider space of escape and through the atomic imprint of something great, you will find yourself between us.

We live everywhere imprinted in our own belonging to the truth of ourselves, our heart belongs to the heart of the planet which with a single movement of perfection, can throw us into the distance of consciousness in fragments of the seed that built us.

Always look the one next to you in his eyes, be forgiving with the morning of his awakening, hold your breath just to give it to him, hold him almost tightly in your longing arms and say: "I will not let you go, only if you leave with me in your heart because all I have to give you, that is what I lack! ”

The practice of the present lies in your source of reality, stand up and initiate your most valuable presence in this reality, ignite the most dense spatial consciousness of your divine nature of being, bear the symbol of your heart's journey to the creation for tomorrow in crafting the art of flowing with life.
Love is aware of your presence, consciousness is one, but in billions of experiments all at your disposal.
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In a way, this wonderful journey is a reckless revelation of indescribable beauty, of despair in untouched peaks of happiness, of rising clouds just for us, and of the collapse of the Universe in love for us ... just a wonderful discovery called the human being.:flower:
But more than anything, it is about love as a transcendent path, as a spiritual path, as salvation from interpretable platitude.

It was love that made us abandon the masks and pretensions, prejudice, and rusty armor of the ego, and finally open the great doors of our solitary United Being so that the ancient memory of the Soul would burst into this linear reality.
With this opening, the deep contents of the deep craters of love in the heart, began to flow through us in this dimension, and thus was born a world that we called the journey to the land of tomorrow, a world in which those like we, regain through themselves a deep awareness of what they are in the millennial phases of ocean travel that we have all subscribed to sometime, maybe even in the future.

The description of my writings can only be a gift to anyone or the path of my desires and the action of all or vice versa, the equinox of the awakening season always gives us the boundless space of consciousness in the center, without borders, of our balance here and everywhere.

If today is a mantra in full revelation, then pronounce in silence "We" in the echo of the most immense enchantment of light through the voices of the whole world, bless the path you have not yet found, remember the magical value and the sacred formula of confirmation of life and joy, the one you will not know yet, understand in the divine essence of a water lily, be the most peaceful fighter in crossing a surrender, synchronize existence in a positive wave and breathe with it and together we will find the land for tomorrow!

Secret Garden - Nocturne (Lyric Video) ft. Anne Takle(3:45)

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Anca

Anka

8th July 2020, 22:38

The boundless limit of freedom in the sound of love

The passion in the color of life tells me that we can reach the highest field of love we have now, a field that I know we all build every day, but with each passing day, we emit a wave in passwords of life and we bring the binder in billions of breath of light, the nobility that can prove in fluctuations of love unfolds wide areas of dedication and the art of crossing eras of time, something that only we in the symbiotic wave can build.
The total humanity in me and we in the totality of humanity in you tells us that we are here to create and sustain this with and for an entire humanity.

We are here, ready, waiting to stand on the tops and looking into the distance, waiting to enter the era of the greatest synchronicity, we are waiting with emotion, to be able to fly to the eternity of us humans in a whole passage in the work for Well, where the script of the whole story was maybe written by us long before we could see each other in any form.

Now the light of a clear moment when the light is lit in the frozen fog of an already changed world, I am writing a postmomentum after it has unfolded in the past close to the future of a present.

Just as we hear ourselves say, "I miss paradise," the key to self-esteem opens wide horizons of awakening, as if we were born again, a kind of vault in the image of our hearts belonging to this time.

Yes, our heart, our millennial awakening, where we write in the emotion of life with threads of golden memories from the immortal present of the brightest past of our future, belongs to us but maybe only a fraction of the moment, I am just the artist behind the painting , the painting contains another dimension in the vision of billions and billions of interpretations in effects that sometimes do not weigh only the purpose. No filter will be able to erase or measure the gene of creation of the birth imprint in the image of that wonderful painting!

The leap that loses us in the interpretation of the painting, gives us the symbol of wonder and admiration when we are already caught in its entirety a huge leap of belonging, which gives us reasons to rejoice saying finally: here is our home!

Today is the right time to create one of the billions of possibilities in which you can surrender to the beauty of this planet and its inhabitants!

Do you hear the signal? There are the rays of the sun in the moonlight, open the door and read in your soul as if you were reading everyone's wishes, lost among the stars!

We all lack the paradise of our soul, desire burns as if we were born with it, the first chapter of life in which you stepped is called Love of life and the continuity of the story can easily be written only in the breath and smile of a single reminder : Let's write the continuation with the living life in full feeling of love for everything.

When we feel rejuvenated by the last ray of old age, the wisdom of old age rekindles the flame of our youth to be able to see the truth we once knew.

In our solitary road we see our eyes in billions of eyes, we feel sighs, and we are aware of so many tears that flowed only for us, the road is so long that sadness is useless, it is the longest way to experience life next to each other, in love with everyone but in a strange way it seems we never meet.

The proverb "Everyone with his world" is still written in apparently capital letters, but someday we will know the whole world from each one.

We are all waiting for that dream to wake us up in the morning, we are all waiting for that wonderful voice to tell us that the dream has ended in the victory of a last reality in which time says its last words to continue a future expression.

Let's not forget that we are all awakened in that dream, and the voice of the water we dreamed of in the pleasure of the idea of awakening, is ours!
So let's start, to the horizon of awakening at hand, where the switch is the signal to turn on the light in the explosion of truth.

Awakening in the explosion of falling by rising through and from the crater of a light in the lava of hope by confirming the certainty of impossibility is a contradiction of cosmic spaces of synchronous reflection in interdependence of plasma vibrations of sound and life force in continuous transport in complete motionless motion. … So I would describe only a sequence from our awakening, the words would be too little though ..

It takes us so long to have the courage to admit that when we say Hello we are really saying goodbye in an infinite category of rhetoric in an answer to which we are all looking for the question.

Although nothing compares to the question, however, we all form an answer here and then, we live the hypothesis every day.

This is a symbolic gift for the day when we all meet, a still unfinished painting ...one day maybe we will complete it:heart:

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In the desire to talk to each other, we always write something in our minds but we never really declare our love for each other, then we must always find stereotypes and statements that circumvent the truth that screams in us:
"I want to love everything around me and be valued in the same symbiotic form!"
Now that time no longer gives us time, we come to say that time does not exist and we want to stop it in place to have the power to recognize what we can recognize in less than half a second, when our world becomes so simple and small.

The root of our birth takes root in the goodwill of a single moment that speaks of the continuation of our work in the desire to be good to all of us here together.

We have too many questions and in the second sunrise, immediately after the first, we need absolutely nothing and in the same way, we need EVERYTHING. We need every sun.:sun:

We are just people, we are the most united strangers on a planet that accepts us, let's receive this in our souls as if it were the most precious last wish.
It's magic in the air, the end and the beginning are still running together… do we feel that?
let's look each other in the eyes for the last and first time, let's arrange a rebellious strand of hair in the wind of change, let's be silent in deep tears of perfect good mood of indulgence that we finally found ourselves.

The triad of speculation no longer follows the same rules when there is no longer a known picture, so let's have the courage to meet the magic there on the new playground, where we in the grace of goodness no longer need to know any rules, where The motto comes with the intelligence challenge of good inspiration of the moment when and where the truth saves us in the mission to declare that we are truly a living force when we no longer need to fight for good, for "good" has become us.

As for me, I accept to learn from any possibility to fall in love with any end of a beginning in order to enjoy the journey in it!
Until then, I will write as if I were writing for the guide of an entire humanity in the small chance of the probability that meets me in a drop of love fallen at the end of each beginning, something that always tells me that
A direct appeal will lead us generically to our cooperation.:flower:

Dance with me, courage is not an option now, but the option is courage and regardless of the appearance of any future perspective, let's feel safe with each other in the "little" of our soul, in all possible ways known and unknown, where words are no longer needed.
The beginning is always a permanent love for beauty, waiting to feel that you have touched it and be satisfied with just that.

The dialogue is born from a synchronicity on the waves of a future where we will hit time in a bottle of memory.
Expanded experience will not escape us, but every moment is important not to draw a line, not to structure something we do not yet know or to condense something that does not yet belong to us.
Miraculous living in the center of everyone's emotional peace is a vital necessity.
The miracle of vitality will once again dare for us to conform to balance, so that we can grow directly by learning and maybe this time not the other way around.

The reality of the summer months confidently enlivens everyone's spirit, the fabulous potential of human resources is untouchable when we create for us new waves of awakening.:heart:

The electrifying detail in the enthusiasm and joy of getting closer to each other, is at hand, you do not need consistency or ingenuity to really see how close we are to each other!

Alchemy takes place beyond any experience, the dynamic inner impulse moves us with verve, forcing us to move and forever borrowing discernment in the greatness of our heart.

:heart: and respect,
Anca

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Sarah Rainsong

11th July 2020, 02:43

For Anca, in appreciation of all your wonderful posts... pumpkin flowers in the rain
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Anka

11th July 2020, 18:22

If only I were the rain ...

Dear Sarah, thank you for dreaming with me in raindrops under the song of love for beauty!

I wrote an unnamed poem for this moment so that the inevitable future registers the present in an interstellar and intra-dimensional vision, where maybe someday philosophy, science and religion together will form the singularity of the inter-dimensions themselves within us. Maybe it's just a beautiful dream, but it's worth dreaming about :)

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I hear the blessing of a soothing rain
The hourglass that slowly raining in a second of a sweet refrain
The sand of souls through a whole wide universe into a sand of grain
I'am here to sing the love of life for every single being that share the living chain

What kind of life it was before I said goodbye
My spirit wander singing ever in a lullaby
A thousand times or more the world is turning in a butterfly
I keep you safe and guide you in my overfly.

I stretch my wings through outer space
A silent night that kept me reaching for the world wide race
It move me from a solid base in plasma times of timeless place
I'am counting bullets in my shield of wide protection in a form of grace
I live in restless aching of my heart for blessing an entire world in one embrace
I made my house a home, a vivid world in which I have no face.

Our world is living in unspoken dreaming fantasy
I hear the voices of the world inside my poetry
The wishes of a human race are shining in a rhapsody
So. take me home into the hope that cradle my anatomy
The torment in a world that chose us to fulfill a dream of human race in destinies of dynasty
It takes us back and forward in dimensionality in segments of a ladder in between the galaxies.

There, where the sun it rises in more many suns our wish will be
Will conquer all the evil only sleeping in our goodness life under the Tree
A life, a thousand words, a will, a dream in love of live in linear symmetry
Will bring us peace and light in our perennial sphere of an eternity
In distance all is close, we close our eyes in deep and far serenity
We have a soul in life within, we live the key, we are and we will be a big universal Family
The stars are healing by more stars in movement and vibration of a legacy
We say good bye again and ever an Hello between the you and all and me
Just sing a long with me a lullaby for happiness of an entire precious wonderful humanity!

Enya - Echoes In Rain(3:35)

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With hope and love, for all of us,
and for the strength of :heart: I will :bearhug: all!!

Love,
Anca:waving:

Anka

12th July 2020, 21:03

Between the heights over the sky and from the gift of Earth

The story of loyalty and courage in a dimensioned vision called existence, where we all dream while we claim the sky.
We all sway in the throne of a fantastically beautiful World where the truth swings us on the wing of a wind with billions of birds always traveling to welcoming sunny and warm lands of our desires.

Include yourself in a community that sows and builds on its own, finds the healthiest resource for a rich conscience, obviously an illustration of a thought that includes the hopes of others, a life rich in experiences to share, a new human attitude generating substance from the place of living of the best decision of life value, a form of investment suitable, accessible, sustainable for the certainty of the present moment. That community is you among the rest of the others.

In the meditation of a wait, the dynamics of facts flow into waves of stillness that pass by us as we run in amazement to look for them somewhere, but they are here with us right now and especially when entire galaxies revolve with us. in speed.
What exactly fixes us in a relationship time and space, now knocks at the doors of our awakening and we must open them wide, but precisely because it is a relationship, we must perhaps measure the absolute in balance and count the difference, sometimes our presence in front its own open door, gives us a certainty.

We are heading for the target of a place called the World while we are in it.
In the speed of dripping a single raindrop of wisdom from the clouds that binds our relationship with the sky of an entire Universe, endurance personalizes with time in us everything in its path.
The division of good deeds and the guide of the best rules of awakening are manifested in a clockwise direction in moments of relaxation in the realization that,
the creation of a permanence in accessing a fundamentality is perhaps the sensation of total absence from the path of anything, and our fulfillment in the path of the absolute everything. It is not complicated, it is only depth and uplift.

There are no criteria, we are just everything and always in us at the same time timeless, wonderful human beings:flower:

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The stone has long been thrown over the luster of the water and its continuous movement of touch over the waves of the awakening history of mankind, goes through factors of destination along with the effect of knowledge in us and the irreversible effect at the open door of the future.

(Maybe) we are there and here and in velvet vault and on earth beyond, in the full reality of the transfusion of the good in us that creates background in our expectation for a future present.

Many times we feel living in the location of a world that gives birth to people between people, a continuous and active birth in the static kinematics of the whole movement that conspires on our awakening. We are so few and so important that every atomic particle dispersed by our presence contributes to a major balance of evolution of an entire universe.

In the tension of liberation in full existence, we always give in easily, by breathing cleanly in the air and the light of hope that builds us.
We want it and that's how it often happens to have results when we don't expect it,
we are so forgetful and so attentive to the importance of our details of desire.

When we feel that the morning sun is building our awakening and we trust that it will always be there for us then we feel the beauty of the truth in full action that connects the earth to the sky.

It is like the wonderful drawing of the vital instinct of a child's soul from the people within us.

Always in that drawing will light the sky and the earth, the tree, the mountains, the ocean and the animals, and us humans in an atmosphere that completes the rest as we know it, the drawing of the World that fulfills the goodwill of a child's eyes.:bearhug:

Maybe in the future we don't need to meditate to find beauty, its level breathes through us and around us in a kind of incantation that starts nature from us and flows into nature from everything and vice versa.

There is no need to find a place to say this, the sky between there and here does not make a difference, the feeling is unique in both places when we manage to remember that we are still sitting in the seat of eternal contemplation somewhere reading in a book about the wholes chapters of revelations with the same name all, an unnamed title in the name of life in every possible way.

If being human seems like a complex definition then being 1 with other people seems to complete the idea as a whole, it is richer than any zero.

If we manage to read about those around us more than we hear from the sound of their hearts, then we can say that we can connect to the whole definition of beings around us in the full beauty of exploration that becomes in time,
a passion to build good connections in the infinite variety of premises.

Just as the sky builds the radius of a connection with the ensemble in essential details of EVERYTHING, just as the Earth strengthens it, all are in favor of a future connection that builds the moment, the difference lies in the vitality with which we recognize this interaction connection.

We speak with the voice of the stars being the stars in us, we are born from the stars for the stars of others, we are a different constellations, valuable, wonderful, talking, in the vast catalyst of galaxies with which we evolve together. It is not an apparent chance, it is our construction and imprint.

We are not the projection in black and white on a sheet of white paper, we are the reference point that brings the paper from space links very far into memory references in proportion to the overall predestined to this connection as in heaven and on earth.

When we say that we offer, we must feel that we add to our amount of soul and never by giving do we end up missing something.
The energy of our creation in contemplation and dreaming seems to be untouchable when we look for it in the diary of our souls.
We search with the instrument of remembrance and all we find is remembrance, just as we left it.
But if we see the diary from the outside without looking for the memories that build us new options in the premise of the symbolic contemplation of the diary, we can always sign only the happy inscriptions.

If we were to describe only one of the relationships that build the water of the statement "as in heaven so on earth" then it would be like the first step we take in the morning when we wake up to bless the place where we step by never forgetting this!

When we say good morning and confirm that the morning is there, implicitly we must give life to the feeling that it is really good!
The vertigo in which during the day we manage to stumble in confusion of time and space in a mixture of options and opportunities, will always create the conclusion that we should have the opportunity to enjoy and be happy.
Because we have chosen with open-hearted love even if sometimes it hurts, maybe it's not about choosing or maybe choices don't choose us, that's just the relative time-consuming part of options and we'll never be alone in This one.

Under what conditions should we change our point of view in frozen times in their sense, in the conditions in which the changes happen only and only as much as they can themselves?

I would easily say: Take me to your heart, if you can, from where we all started the journey to the stars on our own, but I am struck by dramatic concepts and definitions.
Let's take the first step that will go further than we would have imagined, from the line drawn with white chalk on the asphalt of our change, from where, looking into each other's eyes we said without words in 8 billion wishes the same thing: "I'm here for you, I know you're here for me!" So let's start as in heaven and the earth still waiting.

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We have come so far, you and I, that while we both enjoy the 8 billion hope of latitude to people, in the sound of good influence in transforming the future into a better one, the verticality of our souls beats with the beating of our hearts with every step taken here, barefoot in this life.

This is just our reality, the illusions are scattered over our common faith. It is a dream in the reality we all play. The question is: "Can you take me to where in the explosion of birth of planets, I will hear for the first time and last time my name?"

I miss the happiness of others, my happiness is proof of the longing I have for every form of life.

"Where are you?" We were all wondering.
You are the name of the time since I have been waiting for you here, for love, it takes more, so, on a planet full of souls in full hope, I always ask, without wanting to: Where is everyone?

With our eyes closed we still feel quite resilient and confident that loneliness is the way, the culmination sometimes is that we complain about the very path we have chosen to walk alone.

If you feel lonely enough to continue, then how do you complete the definition of loneliness in doing virtue, justice, and freedom for the rest of the people around you, and what have you done for it today?

What will you do tomorrow when you know you did that yesterday?

Dried petals fallen on a closed book remind us how much loneliness burns.
I'm down here, I fell and I hit the asphalt of a society where the longing for evolution was created on its own, in reflection of this longing for each other.
How many kilometers do you spend walking, thinking that you forgot to count the strangers who passed you, or maybe you passed them… who knows? It is important to at least look into the eyes of every stranger,
...tell me once what you found ...

I will never stop until I make every stop worth volunteering to stop at the moment of my own moment of awakening, and I will continue to move on, just because I love stopping in opportunities to continue, a “possibility presented in billions of probabilities ”in the certainty of a clear mission.
Our cry that still grows with the loneliness of a world full of people, loneliness that hurts more and more, decreases while the amplitude of love increases the very value of existence.

We are not transparent to everyone, we have always known this, as we all know that we are not without everyone together, so often we hear the same word shouting in synchronicity, maybe it hurts because of the lack of each other in a world where we think we are alone, with everyone right next to us.
It is not a contradictory tension, it is a truth, maybe even the one we think we sometimes look for, sometimes we find in our exact absence from each other.

Many times we "wake up" in a journey of awakening, a kind of "awakening in awakening", where we get lost so many times in a notion of "search in search", but we still find the strength to say to the one of next to us "You will never be alone", proof that we are all here, at home, already awake.
Between heaven and earth our house is built in high pillars of talking stone of the witness mountains of the planet, their lava teaches us about the constant need for change.

An entire planet of Nature and the living life force can heal our belief that we must discover the power ourselves and others can discover us when we manage to understand what is more important: We must trust that we will succeed together, a trust born from our authenticity.
As for me, my world is enclosed in the walls of the nature of everyone's soul, precisely because I am just a man like everyone else, I need a wider space, to be able to breathe and grow there, together with everyone.

The solfeggio of light is caught in the wavelength of the longest journey, awakened from the sleep of an eternal whisper of lost thoughts, but born of hope that encompasses the enigma of this wonderful certainty of life between sky and earth,
in the most magnificent paradox we say welcome to Life, here between heaven and Earth, and never goodbye :heart:

:bearhug:
Anca

B.M.G. - Time Of Love(6:19)
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Anka

17th July 2020, 21:49

The box with white butterflies

A prayer of a whole world writes our conscience of all.

Maintaining the expression "what a wonderful world" is the light we all hold in our hands and pass it from one to another, keeping the joy of living and the grace to guard our true nature.

Our endeavor of all is an assiduous resistance in the field of heart and soul in which we must resurrect the joy and gratitude towards this wonderful mystery called Life.
Events must show us the light, they must shorten our struggle in prayer when we sing in the canon of society, we must read during rest and bodily work to do only good, to think only in the hope of good, to be able to go through this provocative daily "everyday's" with the endurance of an old and wise soul, with the celebration of looking towards the resurrection hours of the good times in which human beings create together with the consciousness of a whole world.

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Joy is prolonged when we find the essence of life in whose masters we are with the good deeds we feel, calling for the healing of the world and the solemn call to peace.
As the conscience speaks to each of us, the Word speaks the password of life for all of us in this world.
Every moment measures the joy of shared change, foreshadows the virtue of a reality that we bless by building it with each journey.
The grace to have more indulgence and forgiveness for other human beings discovers us differently from the first hour to the eleventh. Let us receive and share the simple and promising joy of the sensitivity of our goodwill, to fulfill with care, the obedience of all the problems and worries of the world, all of us together for each other.
The tear of humanity divided from the infinite light in our universe that keeps the inner sensation, of the correct disposition of the soul,
carry for us, the box of our white prayers in billions of butterflies flying to the inner stars.
The constellation of the harmony of consciousness in the light deserves us with every breath and we must recognize the white freedom of the butterflies of hope of an entire human race.

The altar of the beauty of this world can be seen through the window of our souls, where the light heals intensely in fragments of life, where every story receives a house and every human smile receives a sunny morning!
The box with prayers in verses as moments of spiritual rest is at the window waiting for us.

The daily living ceremony through the living reality keeps us in the house, and we want to run barefoot to kiss under the Eifel tower, to tie padlocks of promises on bridges that connect hearts, to embrace nature in the living environment of wonderful overflow while swimming in its waters, as we fly in the gentle air, drink the living water of springs and sing merrily to the rays of the sun! We were born to raise colorful balloons to the sky, to sing in the starry sky, to sleep in the shade of a tree, and to fulfill our nature with the Mother of Nature.

Destiny seems to tell us about a love story told differently, a love story for the stranger next to us, one in which we get up, dress nicely and go to follow our dreams!
You are a miracle! Forgive! Love the love! Rejoice! and don't forget to write this moment in your travel diary!
It is almost impossible to be just a character in a book, you have to fight with honor when you write as a volunteer in your journal, you have to fight to the end with dignity, with heroism, with love full of attention and devotion, being grateful to the one who put the pencil in your hand, that's just you.:flower:

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Put the pencil of a grace to wish the light of good for everything around you and write with the hand of the soul through the sacrifice of the responsibility to transform the lives of those around you into the most beautiful fairytale worlds.
Be aware of the supreme value of consciousness when you share your white Butterfly with the world! Ask for depth of soul when you want to learn from others what it is like to fly and write down the joys of the image of an entire world.
An image in which we will remember people who cried with us, who rejoiced with us who fought with us for every beautiful part of our souls.

The small pieces of white paper torn as if from our souls, revive our hope when they rise to the sky in the middle of the divinity of this wonderful planet that revives every expectation for every writing that proves the love of our soul in the midst of the soul of the other next to us.
The glory of writing only for the other souls gathers the hopes in a living one, rewrites the future and proves fragrant our merit to have the highest truths that we all deserve!

Let's try tomorrow, when we talk to others to reach out and shake hands with those with a pure heart, to express wonderful sympathy for them as living beings and to break pieces of words from our soul just to make them feel loved and understood, the energy is endless and the box with white butterflies in flight, is like magic always full.:flower:

One step is a single journey in perfecting thoughts in contrast and color with beauty, paint the clock of your awakening in sharing with an entire world, wake up to be awakened by awakening an entire world, dance in the steps of awakening of an entire world. :bearhug:
Place your morning marathon in two-second steps in the middle of everyone's morning, smile in the wake-up space with the sun's rays in your heart!
Compare unique movements and mood swings always, filling in landscapes of amazement of the dream of intense life in the light of joy in simple being only human.

I will take the joy and elegance of the waltz in the morning of this evening, in the series of inspiration of a thousand heartbeats for half a second in the emotion of the freedom to develop beauty on the fields of life!

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Let's wait and see how it will unfold in the end, the first step is made in the sound of every breath in the hope of good, with every light on, during the transcendence of life the next steps become very lightweight, expectations are intense in the dance of spiritual freedom from our rediscovery in the durability of the journey of macro-synchronicity and we finally find our twin dance partners who attract us as a supreme force of the universe in the genome of the waves of extratemporal explosion in us.
We all created this dance, we are all born from the endless countdown of a cell here, in us and in the universe where the cell counts time and space, where the connection flows in fractal sound creations, we just have to take its good vibration.

Everyone and absolutely everything that can exist includes our journey beyond the universe, the beauty of the smallest part of us creates the magnificent enigma of an entire universe.

The intrinsic and extrinsic therapy of capitalizing with our presence the whole art of life, gives us the highest values in simple expansive emotions that contribute to the vitality of the universe near and from us, we only need in an inner space that belongs to us to find, an infinitely multiplied sense of reference to the superimposed origin, in all the beauty of the relativity of truth.
It may sound complicated or it may be easy, but the most important thing is the implacability of our own responsibility to feel.

In the quantum of poetry, the experience of some might even be the sensation of tasting the Universe, but in the portrait of humanity we are the memory of every detail of imagination.

The invitation of encouragement in these times, and as long as we live, remains open to our journey in star birth visions that it will miraculously size us, in steps of butterflies and fragments of free flight, where any synapse meets inspiration and and receives the signal of the love of life, where the impossible is interconnected to the grace of living the truth in balance.

In the spirit of painting a multiverse in every soul and from the nature of our human spirit united in a single consciousness, from sharing a single thought in billions of masterpieces of all good thoughts,

Sincerely,

Only one conscience and one love,
Same
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Anca

Max Richter - On The Nature Of Daylight (Entropy)(7:00)
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Anka

18th July 2020, 22:36

Surprise yourself!:thumbsup:

Drops of love knock slowly on your window and in a dark jar the hope of a firefly lights up your room!:flower:
If you are wondering why so much love is needed, the answer is still a question: "Why isn't it forever?"

We look back on our lives and feel no regrets. We look into our soul and all we see is the beauty of our scars.
We look in the mirror, at our face, but we do not see the wrinkles but the depth of our gaze. A lot has been said. Many lived.Many felt great.
We learned from our smile and tears.
We have fought battles with fate, with others, with ourselves, but today we have emerged triumphant because we have learned to proudly bear every trace of the present.
Of all the paths you will take, this can be the hardest and at the same time the most correct, feel the novelty of the free man inside you!
I know that you have never complained more than you could feel the pain, but the wounds will close even when you close your eyes and move on, every moment will only pass in your favor!

Approve every move forward, decide to fight only to the extent and while you find your own story in the destiny of others, just rest.
Face any fear of really knowing yourself, accept any possibility and then life will surprise you and maybe even then, with a trembling hand of emotions you declare the signature of your love for each of us. You will succeed and you will be amazed in the shock of simplicity feeling that you are already close of what you always wanted!

It's a long way, we will often get lost, and most of the time we will feel scared and maybe eager to give up. But we will be able to grow together and even if we are not able to overcome the lie, the wickedness or the injustice now, we will know at the end or maybe sooner that most of the time we suffered from minor things like we wanted to be warriors with a heart so true and that from the lost battles we have all learned, we will be ready for the future knowing that now we are ready for, in fact, anything.

Be yourself!
Live in harmony with your Creation of spirit when you want to end the suffering of those around you! Write the names of all the stars that revolve above you!
Live in harmony with yourself and give harmony to the high rank of the art of giving, it is easier to give than to receive, and it is simpler than we might think. Write down all the clouds that pass over your thoughts.
Keep your heart open, always open, the power of good thought does not lie in much talk, but in the sincerity of the sigh of a single prayer.

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Smile when your heart smiles, remember the peace and nourishment of the soul! Count all the fallen leaves from all the trees in this world, for each has a story.
We feel when the heart increases its beat ... forgive also by awakening the victorious feelings of peace and relaxation in the presence of the beauty of freedom.
You will grow with the towering mountains towards the universe and strong in the steadfastness of time.
Breathe consciously and stay awake with the breath of your life and that of others and wait for the moment when you can say: "Now we are free!"
The sun will open our solar construction, our chest will "explode" with health of light and oxygen, our mind will "melt" in the beauty of the sun's rays.
Love when your heart loves, there is no hierarchy in our spiritual perfection, splendor is the only purifying principle! Learn the poetry of magnetism in the bright moon from the tide of knowledge that will draw us into the comfort of knowing before we can ask.

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Be happy when happiness floods your being! Catch the art of life by shaping the clay of existence with your eyes closed, enjoy the water of your soul when it floods you and floods your work.

Breathe in the texture of an ocean quantum, with each wave of evolution.

Follow the lighthouse of inspiration through every drop of light that has built you, we will never leave each other in this marathon, the only surprise is to boost the hearts of others in our souls and recover the good emotion of our heart from the love for other souls!
Pour your compassion on human beings in a festival of varied interaction and suitable for each of them, the strategy is to the advantage that you can just listen.:bearhug:
Give love, happiness, smiles, without expecting to receive back! Resources govern you if you try your happiness in the smile of others, surprise yourself without charging the free impulse, let your imagination run wild, you have "more eyes" and infinitely many "wings" when you feel the intensity to give, no it has no name, the courage reflects your ability to try now something you never dared to try!

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Be YOU! Now try sovereignty in the principle of coordinating with the orderly equality of other life forms, everything is alive :heart:

Let us gather in our hearts the meditation of the sunset and the endless explosion of the awakening of the sunrise.

Between yesterday and today we will always see the beauty of the moment, to live each moment as a birth under the inscription "in honor of the future", to give each moment the opportunity to bring you that sublime beauty with which it was loaded.
To be able to live life fully, in the light of the spontaneity of your own creativity, by virtue of that force of good, which is and will always be triumphant in its own vitality.
Let us go through life, making wings of beauty for others, only from love and faith in them, in spite of anything, any aspect, any event that seems to be insurmountable, perhaps insurmountable by its apparent difficulty.

To have the pure soul of a child and never stop believing in miracles, because miracles happen every moment, only the eye of the soul is necessary to perceive them in our smiles of all.
To have a soul full of that light of love, beauty and longing for the absolute is the magic that fills every void in life, a warm touch in the dance of consciousness covers our fullness in the manifestation of emotion in motion.
Let's not look for clues to expect, let's collaborate with the unknown in terms of positivity, let's take a deep breath when we are in the first audition of our emotion and start without training or motivating investment, to take part in any adventure that may surprise us!:happythumbsup:

Let's challenge the importance of something beautiful that we don't know yet and taste the refinement, meet the expression of unexpectedness in a relaxed state, find the passion to "arrow" freedom without looking for its role or purpose, build a wonderful fireworks relationship with the new ability,
to pierce with inspiration from the circle of will, and to reinvent the moment in an inevitable reminder of joy, to bless our style of giving by personifying the whole archive of positive emotions,
only to surprise our universe with the miracle of the joy of others!

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Anca

Anka

20th July 2020, 21:24

Welcome life :flower:

In the purity of a void, so huge and yet so wonderful, we can find only the right way to say: Welcome! What else can we say?
In the afternoon of our goodwill to accept everything as it is, dare today and tell me a true truth, isn't it supposed to be a wonderful day today?:)
Why we always need new perspectives to find clues in solving stories moment by moment, how many times we accepted a momentary impulse and went to the most unexpected places, for no reason, and how happy we were, doing so?

The source of good manners leaves behind a dream called forever, "life".
A deep immersion that gives you strength and exalts you is when you meet life, a terrible and fascinating privilege that we all frequent, sometimes we manage to control it, other times we only manage to love it.
The surprise is when we manage to become friends with life itself in the most wonderful way, simple, mystical and real at the same time, an adrenaline and exceptional meeting combined with the magic of your existence between the meanings of a sky full of bright stars and the connection with the heliacal myth who called you "the human being" in the specter of your own vision, here.

The station in a kind of clandestine equivalent, builds our identity more and more, in an increasing importance, a kind of "perennial" factor (as a friend calls it), and the testimony of the event is reflected in a captivating way in everyone's life story.
The refinement of wisdom always comes before we can draw any final conclusions, the territory is always marked by fairly intense testimonies of life, the criteria are as if intertwined in complex and powerful adventures from which sometimes it seems we can not escape, sometimes we do not want to escape.

Incredible experiences that facilitate living, build essential needs and strong sense of purpose, but in this powerful phenomenon either very real or in transit, we find perfect examples of creation when we meet within us the invincible power and will to go through a kind of the process of death and rebirth in meditation, the ability to risk everything to accomplish a good goal, and the extremely positive emotional intensity in a near-survival efficiency of a pure nothing.

Always in a glass of enchanting emotion, we will wander through dream places and conscious destinations in a substantial initiation and continuity of the most beautiful illustrations of the spirit places.:flower:
We can meet our own footsteps in all directions, where we fall asleep in the morning in the labyrinth of clocks of a still unknown night.
But everything is clear when you can imagine:)
when you don't know whether to leave it to chance, to make a wish or to see a story, the dream gives way to a rain of dandelions that fall towards you, rising easily to the sky. You try to choose a moment to weave the journey, but there, time is measured in songs you do not know, you just hear them and the dance of the dandelions forms the atmosphere in which you float while walking.

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In a meadow, upstairs, you meet your personalized will in the high shade of the trees by looking into the hollow of the sky, the birds write with star dust what you are going to do next and looking at the grass you realize that you have got there to plant your grace in every gram per one wish, for the good of every living being in the Universe! You feel your heart beating in the bells of huge flowers, and while you recognize the mirror between black and white, a blue curtain of stars flows on the path of some moving blue algae that shape you.

Between self-realization and self-loss in such incomprehensible areas, the itinerary is wide and wide, we do not need to know anything about shadows, we do not need them even if they define instead the light of things, harmony meets any horizon of expectations, set in terms of the manifestation of reality through play and of creation through logos, through one's own unique spiritual discoveries.
The embrace of the whole inner light is an incomparable beauty contained in an invaluable necklace that we hold close to our chest close to the heart, on the way to our awakening, knowing that love is true, we will know that the sky within us is always clear.
Unspoken love but attached to good faith, opens the door to the power for listen in the journey of a unanimous sound of goodwill, the first step before any action is to sit on a chair and listen.

The thorough usefulness of learning, whether we plan or not, tends to try to discern the melodic joy of freedom in our spirit, this can be a grain of eternal truth, if we manage to learn the refrain.
An enormous power of creation lies in us, through a dance directly somewhere outside any cosmic boundary and polarity, through the outside of such a wide interior of pure coexistence of vitality, emerged in sacred force of the very long story of the heart, knowing that you are in the graceful extension of life, here, at home. When you say: I will find my way home, the way can find you.

I am just an individual consciousness but the comprehensive key is actually in the expansion of the collective consciousness into something that we will find out together what definition it could have, maybe there will be no need for a definition.
A dense and sonorous Sun, shows us today our shadows singing in the art of gravity through evolution, exactly as we each feel it and in the measure of our understanding, somehow from nothing that we find, good and grandiose events are born, precisely for the justice that the stars are not the end.

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The quality of waiting carefully in the dynamics of exploration, makes us dare to dream big, the sublime merges when art sits around us everywhere , there is no filter without exploration resource and when sizing in many infinite ways, the spiritual grace, the absolute can amplify the root of essence,
but for the most part our own experience, sizing always redefines the value of our own lives.

Evoke the beauty in you, cultivate goodness as in a new morning with a new invitation to life!
Look clearly at a new invitation to leave the old luggage that no longer serves us. An every new invitation to give up the limiting beliefs that surround us is a new key to breathing consciously and having the strength to smile for others, today, now.

Even in the traffic in which we all suffer under the guise of aggression repressed in endless threats, we can smile.
Smile right now and feel what is going on in your body, if you keep the smile for a minute:) ... I know you can smile!:)

Every morning is a new invitation - if we choose to see it that way - to feel our heart longing for beauty, truth, love, you can not choose just one, only if you feel in all three united and more.

Say "Beauty" and find out how you feel in your soul. I know it's hard for you on any inner journey, but I also know that you are thirsty for beauty, just remember what you see in beauty ?!
Choose to let yourself be embraced by what you dream, you deserve it!

Let's vibrate with what we serve the world we live in, carefully choosing how we spend each moment to grow with each other. I know it's a dream, but it can be an initiation into the present to overlap a better future!

But, don't pay attention to me...
I'm just talking :) I think the video below speaks for itself how we can all welcome life!

Love,
Anca

Beautiful Planet Earth - Vangelis(11:03)

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Anka

23rd July 2020, 22:44

An adventure chained in freedom

Where is the true myth of each individually developed consciousness? where is the story of awakening in each soul? We should have maybe 8 billion wills to be able to route together in the transcendence of a single wave of awakening, or maybe not.
But to which galactic scale of union in the full password of life will we ever adapt in favorable times arising from the origin of the awakening?

All species of creation accept the source of freedom in the living realm to explore the spirituality of the dreamer in us, when we participate in the whole act of the play, played in the work of universal laws.
In the sympathetic exuberance of the known world or not, we find ourselves each as actors in the deed of things as in some celestial sound pieces on the sky, from the promise of life.
It has never been easy for the perfection for which we have given fragments of the soul, it has never been easy to express modesty in the passion of a strong impulse of rebirth.

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Freedom in an evolutionary dream vacation has always built us up and rebuilt resources through analogies of identity to our liking.
Our predestined endowment as partner of life, offered us moments of happiness we did not hope for, a whole natural way of expression speaks of the need for an immaterial and especially collective individual transformation in the full rebirth of spiritual freedom and more.

Our heart sometimes forgets the addiction of the present, and dreams alone on the beech of love that it will always choose, for, the grace of being authentic in self-consciousness is only the beginning, the end, always gains in the inevitable predestination of a beginning.

Sometimes, the awakening extends into a dialectic of inner ignition, through the grace of giving artistic thoughts shared to render the quintessence of living, for the blessing of all living hearts, it seems to be a dynamic discernment in a reality of life and at the same time, a freedom to offer in becoming everything.
The gift of the most successful unleashing of freedom, is perhaps the strong collection of all energies from all extremes and from the center of the heart in truth temple of creative resonance of life.

Alchemy in vocation destinations, always glimpses freedom at the level of our expectations, what we inherently roll between will and assumption is the call of our creation to understand one of the access ways of the flow, from a river of freedom that flows in the stamp of necessary probabilities.

Quote your emotions, choose your feelings, freely set the statement between acceptance and encouragement, read in the value of your freedom, eclipse existence in the light blessing of simple grace to give your freedom to others, breathe the harmony of daily blessing in a spiritual reminder for all others together with you, declare your life story in the certainty of a clear answer, that you are simply a human being among others.

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Freedom should not awaken the future by rolling the dice over the cultural or economic firmament in fronts of development under the rule of the so-called progress, it must easily release the natural need of the soul, it must meet the desired creation in moldable parameters in which to rediscover always, this is the beauty in creation.

The involuntary reality in which the contexts catch us in hypostases, apparently necessary, forces us slowly by the nature of a fluid source to play the game of freedom in the morphosyntax of our own level.
A kind of wonderful, almost instinctive symbiosis that awakens us by merging us in relation to evolution through sensitivity, in deciphering the sum of all values in any hypothesis, collateral with the symmetry of the centuries of waiting in awakening, brings us the news of consciousness in proportion to an increase in energy completely within malleable templates.

Sometimes we are captivated by the idea that freedom has involuntarily detached itself from being subordinated to beings and constantly struggles to rise in value to the standard of primordiality, but this is just a relentless record of a simple taboo and its charms, as well as its artistic values which intertwine depending on the play and the scene in question.

The freedom as sensitive and beautiful, as strong and cruel in decisions, in desires, in feelings, which externalizes them through its natural gifts of source in our subjective affective plane, remaining instead a kind of impenetrable task, with many soul doors which close and open with the time and space of evolution that pass over it.

Controversial, judged and always internalized, freedom, subject to emotional and social pressures, always caught between culture and choices, always more or less in the shadow of the choice within us, it indulges in the weakness and strength it produces in our character and her interest.
The human being has in its symbiosis, desires and needs of knowledge and continuous openness, in experiences that include standards divided by unification of experiences.
Freedom, in its great complexity of structures and vitality, is alive, in its integration of values or non-values, in attitudes that, often, put it in critical hypostases,
it knows how to assume the role of integration in the values that it opens and lives in a complex way, sometimes even without our choice, exactly in our actions.

Thus, in the ideal of her values, in the sum of emotional and subjective feelings, freedom is always conquered, but she, victorious in its strength of good, always leaving the impression that she is led, while she leads the man silently and very subtly wonderful. :flower:

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Freedom has the power to draw its sap from vice and virtue at the same time, making it controversial in all values and circles of philosophical understanding ... that is why it is a diamond with many faces, which self-perfects and grinds incessantly, in a magnifying glass of seduction, always placed in the position of attribute of sensuality, in critical hypostases,
with tendencies and desires that produce concepts and reasoning and, even if it is unmasked, she knows, through her own interests, to bring out in the exterior the values and non-values from her unbridled inner desire to lead.

Wake up now, freedom in this world is as real as it can be!:bearhug:

:heart:
Anca

Anka

25th July 2020, 02:07

Resistance to life

"The one who seems to be standing still, be careful not to fall." and he that falleth, let him be sure that he falleth into the stillness of wisdom;
the balance of endurance to life has weights in our hands.

The most direct way to our hearts teaches us how to put the best weights in the balance of life, so as not to be heavy with them.
The algorithm in the step of life is a call to healing, for some it is too impetuous or difficult or even scary, for some it is nothing in challenge or limitation and for some it is just vitality in full transcription.

The "tyranny" of this world seen through the characteristic of those who think they suffer, is exactly their suffering still unassumed in a rebellion of questions and insecurities that makes them run even harder with all the weights in hand and tears in their eyes, until their souls become to hard.:flower:

It may be sad, but the joy comes from the wisdom shown right at the end of the marathon (sometimes right at the beginning) in which the road through suffering sometimes seems to show the truth from which they learn to change,
the idea is maybe that in vain the running style changes, while the route remains the same, they can't even stop, so maybe the truth runs in rhythm with them in their step, in proportion to the understanding of the environment in which they run.

Someone was asking
Why do people learn only through pain and suffering and not through pleasure and joy? "
Someone was answering
"for pleasure and joy accustom man to be content with the things given by this world, while pain and suffering push him to seek a deeper happiness, beyond the limits of this world."

And I say that it is more than that, somewhere, maybe in the middle, the combination between the definition of liberties and spiritual escape for no apparent reason, saves the source and virtue of several truths, somewhat, at each individual level, our helplessness contemplating the virtue of eternity by patience much deepest, beyond us, for endure the truth even as we do it :)

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Maybe it's not about acting, taking action (for me it's certainly not), because between finding the inevitable moment by moment and looking in the past just to forget it, it is a disambiguation of several philosophical implications, which do not find their place in the wonderful and to profound individuality of each one person.

The moment someone says "start the fire" and the other says: "don't start the fire ", another comes and says: " just let it go out ", another comes and says:" we have to keep the fire going " and maybe many wonder " what is fire?! "while others explain condensed" what is actually fire "... and there are more...
There are those who "play with fire", there are those who are "burned by fire" and there are those who have never heard of fire but ignore it anyway, or there are those who will never find out about the existence of fire.
Diversity maintains and kills at the same time the fire of knowledge, just as we cannot "set fire to an entire world" but without fire we are cold, just as the light from the flickering flames speaks to us in what it renders, while we just use them to melt the structure of other living materials, without being able to listen to them, easily as a pie, everything comes easily and at hand when "we want", but not in the balance of balance.

The ability to contemplate the "whole view" may not bring any comfort, the "great view" in the great eternity endures continuity as if now we all sit in a huge armchair and try to count infinity in minus terms and plus definitions, does not seem easy but it is certainly interesting no matter what we believe or not.

But we can endure anything if we have felt compassion at least once, not at the level of pity (this is close to ignorance, at least for me) but at the level of deep suffering with those around us. Have you ever tried this? The culmination is that you can help a lot, through your suffering along with the suffering of others, you can heal.

When compassion embraces us to the "burning" of the heart for all creation, for humans, for birds, for animals, for demons and for every creature. Only the thought and respect for their way of life brings tears to our eyes (not of suffering or joy, but of eternity),
...perseverance in this conversion of "giving" to the high rank of life, masters the heart in full patience, invites the truth, gathers forgiveness in a non-speech, bears the piercing of eternity in the pure value of life.:flower:
Have mercy today for the one next to you, in the fullest way in which the vitality of your existence clings the altruism of the last times and the true good rebellion of the soul, in the regiment of unarmed struggle but under the armor of good wisdom, bear the truth! It is yours. Look for peace in the eye of silence, listen to your joy of being calm, honor the sensitivity and vulnerability to compassion to say and fill : We are all human beings!

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Let us wet with the tears of our own suffering in the will that whitens our souls and the souls of others, let us wish for the peace and joy of the human race more than anything!:bearhug:

Close your eyes, close them again and as many times as necessary you close them more over the "closed" ones, let the spirit take you where it wants, you are in a pleasant suspension of vitality (you are the spectator), you keep the light on the will to do good, any good (even one you can't think of), breathe freedom like fresh air, let yourself be healed by the beauty of that journey, for diplomacy to feel the beauty will be the mirror of your next acts, because you are an inexhaustible resource of beauty and you can offer just endlessly love and creation, including "what you don't have".

Accept the dissolution of the struggle, accept the creation of a new birth of your own world, in which you rediscover yourself as you did not know you could be, learned the little mistakes, you already updated the challenges in all probabilities, felt the resistance of comparison in heavy wars and infinite love, you have felt the formation of difference through clarity identified by the ability to trust yourself, you have learned to keep the benefits of harmony in the quality of the depth of life,
what else do you represent now, here, at this level of yours?
Now, offer this as comfort and relief to an entire world!
You can at least try:)
Let us carefully and carefully put the signature of our soul only and only in the catalog of the viability of the good, especially when we write with ink from our own existence in the measure of language and life in the diary of an entire humanity.

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To seek power in the depths of some kind of "helplessness" but through the ability to find the individual form of great patience is more than an opportunity or detachment in an event, it is a spiritual cataclysm of healing experience,
our "immunity" in the process of healing the soul and correcting things that can still be corrected (as far as our contribution and ours alone) does, bring refuge to the most beautiful "purpose to try" in strong effects of consequence in the consciousness of facts and expectations.

I cannot feel the pain of the one next to me from the outside, but I can sink into the depths of his experience and I can feel this impossibility more intensely than his own pain, it is a prayer workshop through which the grace of creativity chooses only healing elements, and maybe a project in stages of experience not of challenge or effort, but of level of dedication and passion in the joyful sacrifice of just helping.
We are naked in front of such a project, without methods, without knowledge, without effects, and our suffering together with the one next to us seems to be at hand, but a balanced amount will always catalyze our will in a fair and sustained responsibility to do peace with the value of life in the spectrum of her freedom.

Maybe the healing of the one who speaks but does not hear, by the one who does not see but symbolizes, is balanced in the balance of the one who offers but cannot speak, or maybe everything is just an interdependence of multiple factors in processes of a shaking call to unite all good skills, in one, who knows, just maybe.We must all gather.

The grace to receive the testament of beauty in the choices to negotiate the good in this life, flourishes again and again as a healing substance over the times of our soul, reducing the distance in the little absence of our awakening, delicately identifying evolution in obvious elements of the human being in the Universe.
The question follows: "Is it necessary?" Attraction speaks for itself, vibration confirms every step, the opening of the Universe only fulfills and we feel all the beauty through the secret of reflecting.

The good word to celebrate life always brings us the first chance to simply be happy, as it is! Don't be afraid to try it yourself.
Kiss someone today, cry for those in suffering together with them, travel through time in you reading something, read again something more, feel the music as time escapes from you and you through him, breathe time in the purest air and write your experience together with him, it should be magnificent, especially since you feel living this!

Write your life experience today, here, think in writing of your good contribution in this world, billions of souls are waiting for your good intention, write this in memory of the heartbeats that wrote the history of this earthly civilization. Name something that can recreate the future, do not withdraw from life, give free rein to life to create beauty through you.
It's just life, enjoy!:heart:

Hans Zimmer - A Way of Life(8:03)

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Anka

25th July 2020, 19:53

The source of the most spontaneous and creative energy can now go out to play with us.
When security is unsecured, then the pragmatism of the deepest human nature comes into play in the true element.

The movement in the good whims of the imagination, configures the scheme of the best level to succeed in becoming human, is a cooperative process that supports the wonderful and necessary variety of value of beings in us. We need beautiful and healthy games that confirm our imagination, all we need is to optimize them to the rank of evolutionary art in progressive good purpose.

The blessing of the place from which we send positive intentions to the universe, is a special moment, a path to the foundation of our good work opens when we launch into the sun multiple kites traveling in desires.
The symbol of our hope for the better, lies in the responsibility with which we still hold all the strings of the kites of light, tightly in our hands, guiding them in the breeze of the metaphysical wind.
Above the universe of infinite sky's, our high vibration floats with the paper dragons, carrying hope and passion for life.

Human history has written billions of letters in wishes for peace, the present has remembered them and we today from tomorrow will wrap them in colorful kites and raise them to the sky running along with them:flower:

Our common agreement to run on the plain of freedom, promised only to life in threads of light like living grass, signs through the rays of the sun and the smiles of our solar heart the entrance into the age of peace, that of the past into the near future.
With bare feet, we run happy, energies in vibrations and emotions in flowing connections, colored powders flow through our veins in the attraction of the passion to ignite an endless sky of colorful stars!

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A cry of joy, as a reward for our dignity in the wave of life, rises in the melody of the last frequency to the sky, from first-rate vibrations, in the exercise of the best and most extensive in the good light multi-purpose galactic intention.
The multidimensionality of the art of gliding, invents new protective forces, interprets the love for kites in a pacifying flight of change in the crater of all times.

A happy old age in the most wonderful youth of our soul, takes us to new heights in the pioneering interpretation of a new love era.
We are the living statues of music on the edge of consciousness, from the century of awakening to the vision of the most perfect path to creation, the ring of connection naturally unites our wills in the home of love forever, in the permanently called edition: "Together we build a planet house "
The transmutation of any good intention behind our words into magnificent creative forces, lies in simple positive affirmations, lies in wind changes that admire the treasure and the rebirth of consciousness, raised in the joy of a single kite created by us and raised up to the sky.

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Stay in the realm of joy, look at the other children playing, is funny and honest at the same time, keep good emotions close to the epicenter of awakening from your heart, feel the alchemy of existence in a process of inner "neuro-growth" with intermediate stages of positive transformation in rhythm with time.

Read in the glory of your secret steps of change, exponentially with the propulsion in your own story called destiny, because only you know yourself so well that you access your own talent to take inspiration from every moment, and that is a happiness.

Your plans find you when you roll up your sleeves and set to work in clear sequences to recognize the invention of your creation in the success of every good accomplishment.
Draw in play on a paper, a map of destiny, throw in the bait of inspiration and wait.
Motivation, significance, evocation of the following life sequences come naturally anyway, allocate a lot of time to all questions, pack the enigma and architecture of the inexplicable unknown, in shades of joy, look for the state in perfect alchemy with what you know you like the most, forget any definition, invent names for everything you have not yet experienced, dream, realize, feel. There is so much to do and I, a stranger, have so much to tell you!:heart:

Self-creation is the rarest action of art, it accepts the fruit you are about to know, it recognizes pragmatism in a special reality of crafting patience, it guarantees us the beauty of perfection of the only chance placed on the highest shelf of what we feel we represent for us and for others alike.

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The strongest quote that fits in the simplest morning when we wake up and say to life: "Good to find you!"
...it is the most iconic avant-garde of our feelings, when we look for the meaning of a break in the beauty of the necessary storm.

Before taking the initiative to do what is "right", before looking for differences of change, before signing personal competition in contemplative guidance, before breaking the example in "it is always a law", we must feel the meaning of any compatibility in the impossibility of exclusion and relatively functional introduction below the essence and above any blind spot in guiding the work of an art of living.

You can't define a race on this planet without saying humanity, you can't say human without defining a source, you can't define a source without building the functional reason, the chronicle of an entire "championship" to become "human" in the structure of the Olympics created by us, has the vitality of currently defining our evolution in the already created society, but one can never comprehend and see the whole of a society kneeling, if viewed only from above, it is simply too far to understand and kneeling before all you learn greatness.
The passion to catch the ideal of a society at the perfect lapel of this planet is endless choices , and the instant response in such a project comes naturally, art in a whole "Life as a career" requires permanent "asylum" in the protection of our hearts, the dome of a single world raised by 8 billion arms speaks for itself out of desire to be better, what are we waiting for? rhetorically asks for patience in the consequences of living.

Let's unleash the secret of mastering life today, with attention and consideration in full gratitude that we will serve a better future, I listen to the birds sing, I look in the clouds that stretch above the water, I develop positive emotion writing a greetings cards in symbols from the air, when we write the most wonderful declaration of love in the trust fund of inspiration for those next to us.

The offering of cosmic existence raise to the sky the scent of the star dust that builds the universe of all the universes in us and the galactic kites of our meeting there will complete the call to our awakening!
With :heart:, Anca.

Anka

2nd August 2020, 00:15

Mirror of the Art of Writing

The present in a show by honoring a gentler future, expands the sacred dimension of life, beyond the ugly and the beautiful, the good and the bad, the self and others, superbly profiled in the show, it is explored, stretched, twisted and worked in as many ways as people feel and more.

Where the mountains tremble in springs of new ideas, where the spiritual mystery is in the transcendence of Nature, where we forget to evoke but feel the simplicity of the deepest innovation, when all the genius of life in this world, in its entirety, from each grains of sand in part is speaking now, just look dearly to every leaf, to every ray of sunshine only for raise our awakening.

Love the forms of life and the unspeakable Nature and the blade of grass, love everything inanimate but with the friendly force to feel the gift of joy as it is perfect and all-encompassing for all the knowledge that will be!

Write a secret letter to yourself today about how you feel by completing love for an entire world, then ask the world in the future how they felt when they read it? because everything you leave behind in the future will be read now.

If you want to love people, then love their awakening, if you love any living species, then "fly" in its play rhythm and you will rediscover joy.

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Imagine you are in a teahouse or a coffee shop, and enjoy the best moment of relaxation in taste and thought calligraphy.

When you place the cup back on the table, following the pleasant taste of peace, the mirror of a global perspective appears written on your bill note as a kind of narration of human history awakening in just a few words. The literary supplement that sits next to the cup is still untouched and you don't know if you want to taste it and what the consequences are.

It seems to be an avant-garde story between space and time and you don't know how you can broadcast the manifesto together with amazement in a connection of surrealism at the beginning of your own life truth.
It's not complicated, but it's reading your own image, in the fascinating mirror of the whole world, as if you were part of the whole editing design, and maybe it's important.

The identity that, inventories personal signals, the correlation and combination between legend, knowledge, and the ignition of the awakening release, is the rear-view mirror of the reverse transposition in capturing the evolution of conscious reading all the time in the band of good vibrations.

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Write a letter today just for you, in which the writing does not have to be elaborated (only if necessary), write something from your own feeling, with the force of the first utterance, write something equal to the memory of your soul in words of liberation, it does not have to be perfection in the correct and legitimate ordering of terms, must not be precipitated in acute sensations of feelings, is somehow the dynamic course of breathing quietly by virtue of waiting between two high-speed trains.

It seems frivolous and full of passion at the same time, an good extempore context in a short visit but it is the purest exercise in understanding the origin in the source of the status quo of life.

May the potential meet the future in us in full nourishment of happiness!:heart:

Ludovico Einaudi - Run(5:33)

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Anka

2nd August 2020, 23:48

The miracle of uncertainty

We have to make time for our lives, there is no price for it and no gratuity. The line of our choices loses us among the milestones that unevenly outline what we want, so in an eclipse without consequences we must update our true ideals .

If there is a real balance between effort and relaxation, then release on a balance sheet comes at some point as a compliment.
When there is nothing to adjust in stages of evolution, creation and continuous experience and we become our own teachers, maybe at every piece of advice we seem to be sure of, we should feel the conscious certainty of a wonderful uncertainty.

Nothing is excluded and everything is denied, we can accept everything when it can be wrong and we can make mistakes by accepting biases, without costs, without summons, only in terms of free transposition and transformation into opportunities for possibilities of truth.

It is impossible the greatest possibility to have the opportunity to recognize a balance in everything. A friend, he told me last year: "There is no way I can establish something certain in the discussion with you, you are like a priest in speech :)" And that affected me beautifully in a continuity of what I might call exactly the wonderful miracle of uncertainty,
often helpful for many of us.
I would have liked to say then, but I did not, that every argument is the public of my reason for "being", it is the construction, the vision and the verticality in the most beautiful possible discourse of evolution.
It is wonderful when people become the dialogue itself, in the process of enjoying evolution in safe stages of awakening.

Each chapter of knowledge ends with the transformative tracing of an experience, but not for everyone, some remain in the wonderland of the asphalt universe of their creations and will never capture the direct experience of Nature when it lives harmoniously in our home inner soul native vital natural own construction.
A sleep with our face lying on the ground, in the smell of grass, is more precious than any idea of relaxation.

The melancholy of the aspects of life, we walk from one side to the other, until we manage to catch the thread of accommodation that provokes our omnipresent instinct of education and power to understand the meaning of each remarkable encounter of moments in life.

When we are the host of our soul, we are lucky, it is something directly related to our very deep personality form, without any ideographic ballast, more abstract than any philosophy, a kind of legend in the non-existence of existence, improperly said but correctly administered,
but the most,
It is important that we may be able to live our idea almost without identity in this evolutionary "anemia" that is present in the built society. A contemporary society that exists and that upsets and disappoints but is charming through the substance that can save it at any moment.

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The myth of unitary connection between civilizations must not be adored or usurped but must be constantly revised to find the perfection of communication, of course this on a background where we must not favor the all "general" or complete it, but we must balance the determinations.

In general, it is good, in a non abstract manner to see everything, and sometimes is good to become the environment of an idea before trying to generate it in an environment, above the pretext of a personal theory, above the concrete existence, avoiding utopia, but love the idea.
The uncertainty of a work of life is the role of a man in the success of what he leaves behind as a personal knowledge, less the consequences of a tragic formative vacuum of existence called maybe destiny.

When we meet a man in a discussion, it is good to be informed about the certainty of his profession, but face to face, if we can look people in the eyes of their soul, we will always see more than an identity, we see the content of an unmanifested attitude.

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We can see in all the "choreography of character reflexivity" of a man, the good mood to "be", the most tonic optimal smile of connection with adhesive of consent in receptivity and dedication, this for me is the most suitable reception of connection.
Because no matter how uncertain, good mood is, an ideal medium between exaltation and neutrality works, but the cynic is the most opaque and erased colloquium of frustrations, and good mood is the fundamental state of beginning in the acceptance phase of the will, something fabulous but indeterminate real.

A proper settlement in the space we compose in the world must first and foremost be full of goodness in the best sense. To be very well placed is not a coincidence in the most fertile "geography" of understanding the world.

Being in a good mood is a disposition to be very well oriented, it is a culture of uncertain performance in pure relaxation, practical, but perhaps uncertain is the placement of our agreements in a less rigorous way and rather our friendship with all possibilities , in this case not needing an instrument or a methodology, it is a discipline and a living expression of good manners, a kind of general politeness towards anything that inspires us in the territory of the spirit.

Good mood, brings the will to contribute in a clear discourse, the expressiveness of the sentence, the expression in a sincerely individual style, overturns any uncertainty of a possibility, something that has more to do with the transitivity of the idea than its solitary autarchy.
The virtue of good mood must be balanced with optimism, without dislocating certainty with perceptions or placing uncertainty in concepts, it is just the magic of philosophizing, perhaps even out of a lower need for consolation or perhaps for a certainty of happiness as a whole, an indescribable miracle.

Just like a joke, related to my "mumbling" :)

A psychiatric nurse advises the patient: "Try to have more dialogue with yourself! The patient's answer:" That's what I've been doing for a lifetime, that's why I try to talk to other people :) "

To be "spiritual" does not mean to have a critical spirit, the verticality of permanent youth is when you have nothing to lose in relation to the certainty of an uncertainty, because we are teachers and disciples at the same time for ourselves and for endowing with love for others. .

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Sometimes, when I drink coffee (it shouldn't, but it's the most beautiful "survival" with whipped cream and a piece of chocolate) I have a piece of paper and a pen at hand. Only if I have a pretty good mood, (it's a game): I quickly write something, anything (before I can decide), without having any idea, you can always imagine something when you do not have any concrete element, for example:

"And what deliberates me only in a trance
The flame of recognition of subtle a chance "-

...it is the probable beginning of a poem, which I will write another time, because now I drink coffee in the ideal of a perfect taste, it simply evaluates my momentary happiness, and that seems certain for sure now :) in the uncertainty of a monumental moment or it is just simple plain coffee.

Anca :heart:

Anka

5th August 2020, 19:12

Chains of the future

We never believe in the title of an event until we read the event, and often during the reading we realize that the title has more resonances.
If life were a whole event, what a coincidence!... it is!, then its title seems to sound too pompous at first, and when we think it is just a craft to capture the image that will follow, we are maybe wrong, because through different times and different space we remain the only teachers of our lives regardless of title.

Usually what I write is hard to understand, which is good news for me, because the weight of the words assembles the vision proportionally through my experience and awakening. I never write with emotions above the value of my understanding and the simple desire to restore the beauty around us.

The way of calling ourselves good-doing beings, logically leads us to become volunteers in our own lives, by our own nature of always being able to give, to be gentle with us and with the rest of living beings.

When I say, "Be the beginning of what is to come for you," it means that our attention in every step of understanding life, must be focused and distributed as such.
It's a good start to everything we're going to do.
We can always tell our story to anyone, in the most impeccable way, in its unfolding as a history of events, facts, feelings, aspirations, often when we are sincere in the story, we receive the truth when we do not expect, sometimes we can not see it in totality, because it is difficult to adopt at least part of the truth, especially when he is already adopting us.

We are our observers at the most favorable moment, when we manage not to confuse the perception with morals and arguments that we do not know, but we often use.
The symbol of offering what is the best in us, teaches us to be able to offer the whole in any situation and before we bend we must to stand up respectfully and to listen to those around us out of our own need to know…

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When we say "it is", the power of nature places the facts as they should be and the flow of life is made in the condition of nature itself to be.
The silence of life tells us about the silence of its lack, and we will acquire it by silencing every step, we just need to know that before we set a goal, we are the goal of conquering wisdom, walking with our own nature, simply, in our pocket all the time.

We accompany ourselves on a road almost built by us, looking for the companion that we cannot easily find, but it is important to properly manage the territory that we pass, because our pilgrimage guards the essence of fulfillment within fulfillment.

The mystery of the vocation to fulfill the mission, means to protect our own dimension of discovery, so that to make an enormous contribution on the route, is not demonstrable, it simply true.

The cosmic vacuum draws our attention to the weight we have here to carry in this wonderful gravity, but every time we wake up we go on tiptoe to the soul elevation to contribute something more substantial to the natural course of things, we realize of the significance of what it means above and up, but we must not be afraid of the honor of mineralizing ourselves here, the elevation never dissolves, it only evolves.
It is normal for us to pull up, the undercoat component fulfills its naturalness, the importance is the dimension of connection and the contact with our own creation in perfect harmony.
We cannot talk about life outside of it, just as we cannot talk about something by attributing a value or non-value to it, because we exclude ourselves by logic.

The categories of life and the cardinal points of the route depend on our concerns in forms as comfortable as possible with the whole action or inaction. The joy of being able to appreciate the road is not childish at all, the fascination lies in the innocence of a consensual knowledge in everything.
We must not confuse a new understanding of the world with a meaning of life in general, the complexity of the composition draws designs in the widest diversity, but it matters how we position ourselves, in the accidental collateral and less directional contrast.

Life and destiny do not seem to be synonymous at all, the limit does not lie in elements, determinations, somatically sophisticated funds, in fact, it can be a banality that we were born in the place where we were born,
but by the reality that we are born into an ability to choose for ourselves further, it says a lot.
The side of predestination says a lot about the radicality with which we get bored of finding classifications, the scheme is not real, anyway it is not funny in any extreme.
Accidental, dialectal, mysteriously combined, I think we have the direct component of a rather intimate background but not identity, nature marks coherently beyond any discussion or norms, the exceptional always goes so far as to contradict our own creation.

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The guarantee of a new knowledge, nourishes any hope and is not arrogance at all depending on manners, but I believe that the simplicity and innocence of not closing the door of any opportunity, saves any evolution made by ourselves.
The inexplicable, the unthinkable, are open doors and we must leave them like that, just because in the room we live in, the void causes us the need to choose the widest beauty.

The construction of feelings is the freedom to understand any circumstance and especially the clarity without identity, to see the narrative dimension of things,
if we feel "narrated", perhaps the role that we play in the story of others, tells us that we must be patient to understand our own story maybe differently.

Fragments and connections have been written and will be written all the time, the pencil of awakening lies in the power of our goodwill to write, to declare life written, happiness is seductive and traveling when we see written words about us,
choices can be the portrait of a true hymn if we are honest with the representation of life in useful statements of understanding, arguments are the magic of freedom if we get them but do not manifest them, the peace of writing something today, is the territory of tomorrow's wisdom.

Eternity has no time, the thirst for life gives us the pleasure of drinking from the smoothest and purest waters.

Maybe and maybe, the sunset is just the sunrise seen from behind. Maybe we will learn happy to see the sunrise in our souls, admiring two sunrises in one day.
Let us not get lost among the memories we have not yet lived, let us admire the dynamics of the present, and we promise ourselves that we will see each other again sometime in the future, before we were born, in the rains of the universe once, now.
Anca :heart:

Anka

10th August 2020, 23:46

The courage to say YES

For what exactly do we say "Home" when we feel life unfolding?
To practice the power to say YES, is maybe to learn to win with Yes through the ability to give and receive love and understanding because there are no priorities when courage serves us with the highest quality, the experience of "being" is a representative experience for the path in life.

Remember when it was so easy to say yes to good natural things? It was simple. The possibilities to say something positive were then unlimited, now we see everything in the versatile color of time capsules, but the sound of life sounds the same and is the same.
What is the true culture who manages time of true natural facets that we benefit from, not the one that everyone knows, not the one that we ourselves use, but that inner culture through which nature manifests the creation of a character? What do we see in this?

A well-known proverb says "Water flows stones remain" what is the solid part that we know that will not separate us? because maybe we have nothing to lose if we have a too good opinion for the world, and maybe we lose too much if we have a wrong opinion of the world.
How happy are we when we meet a stranger on the street? Do we smile broadly and affectionately? Do we reach out to pat him on the shoulder and bless him just for seeing him again? And how often do we do this with strangers who need a hug while in real suffering? How often do we express and not repress the beauty within us? Because when we express beauty, calm, happiness, understanding in ourselves for others, we grow and heal ourselves, healing others.
Let us always think positive, optimistic in our thoughts and well-being, because others also depend on our beauty and quality of being human.
Should we believe that our landmarks are assumed choices, authentically true? Well, if we do not accept any abuse of line and contour and if we know that we do not depend on anything and nothing depends on us, and it all depends on everything together, then evolution propagates itself. When the spiritual plan develops on its own, we no longer need the list.

The distance between a YES and a NO does not matter, the reason why we choose to say a yes or no does not matter, the determination for which we fight to say yes or no does not matter, because,
when we rise by falling, and when we fall by rising, "Yes" comes in response to a choice we have not yet made, "Yes" it is a wave that you feel you do not characterize, it is an honor, it is the courage to wait for anything, is the power to offer anything in exchange for preserving human nature blessed with beauty. :flower:

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Nature reflects back the nature within us and in each spring of knowledge expansion, we experience from one will to another, unique moments of abilities that we must recognize.
The intelligence of nature can discover our vibrational sensitivity of amazement and love, the connecting hemispheres through the natural process of evolution to recognize Nature, invites us to write our scenario of awakening with each event that completes the image of creation, we just have to step forward choosing life positively.

Nature has said "yes" for too long, it has conquered us for a long time, and while we seek to understand it, it already accepts us by living through us. At such a high degree of acceptance, trampling on the grass , feeling the earth, feeding us with water and minerals, spiritual perfection should be just a journey to the intention of creation to complete the interior, to say yes to every step.Our resources are in fundamental principles well known to ourselves, we have the opportunity to access them, understanding the fundamental elements, and going through life is an unlimited potential to build the most poetic wonderful chaos on the principle of centering wisdom, you can place your opportunities at your choice structured, symmetrical, instantaneous, but nature will always give birth to continuity.

Decency and honesty through the example of most of humanity, makes us live in the development of non-random stories, takes the story beyond joy and peace and brings the comfort of vitality to confirm a better existence further for us all. The courage to draw freely, the synergistic effect of the most informational and appropriate moment, when we remember to laugh, dance, enjoy others, is the art of the most complex, integrative, extensive and fundamental awakening process, both simple and reflective that it even works at a genuine impact.

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The right measure motivates every heartbeat, we do not owe more than we can give, although we can give more than we can owe. Forgiveness is worth nothing more than forgetfulness, and even if forgiveness blesses us, forgetting forgetfulness motivates hope to the end.

Raise the flag of your positivity in the infinity of reconnection with all resources, cross the adventure by assuming every limit, look at the sky, follow the natural law, reflect the decision to accept, connect with the most intimate awakening you feel, experience the courage in truth and choose voluntarily to follow the guidance of the heart, for the propagation of our unaltered primordial authenticity in humanity.

To say yes to the future does not mean uncertainty, intimidation or danger, to say yes to any possibility does not exempt morality from anything, it conquers it, to have a continuously confirmed positive status, consciously, in a therapy encyclopedia of spiritual freedom, is a perfection for the unity of the change with the beneficial part of a transformative revelation.
The word "yes" in my language can also mean "to give", it is also a verb and adjective, a statement, preposition, and other intercalations of meanings in 378 definitions, it is a simple and strong word with constant awakening value, being often used , called "da".And I say today”da” for a better future!

Journey of Light (7:31)/ A visionary tour through some of the most spectacular landscapes in North America.

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Anca :heart:

Anka

12th August 2020, 02:13

“Be there now”

So much "in the past" of the moment that was already present now,
it no longer anticipates the future we are already breathing and building.

The package we come with, is wider than the universe in each unit of universes in part in each of us, in countless millions of assigned eternities.
It is a wonderful mystery, which we cherish and possess, we must not call the mystery a barrier, it sounds more like an invitation to reflection.
We must see life when we create the experience, not see the life already lived wondering where it went (?) We cannot "sabotage" time and we cannot conquer something that may not exist.
Sometimes it is not the genes that matter, but the behavior by learning and transmitting the most ethical solution on the part that we believe is good, it is not a choice, it is a responsibility.

We cannot engage in behaviors that can compromise consciousness, we cannot explain an unmotivated involvement, it is an arid philosophical field and an occupation devoid of music.
Cooperation with our own job is the most representative for a continuity, we have to find maybe what is our real mission here and dedicate the present moment in continuous login with the effect.

We do not need the camera to record every pleasant moment of success in accessing the interior, we must take the moment and integrate it into a new image deeper and deeper, of course the exterior cannot be denied because we have need it, it is useful, but in principle we must ask ourselves:
What exactly does our presence here need, multiplied by what exactly does our lack need ... usually, equivalence is not an answer but also a question, of which many, one could be
What do we really want to experience? not by desire, but by the certainty that we can obtain it? What is our irreducible plan and “in the way of” the spirit for this?

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What is the wonderful risk of being human, a beautiful touch of life without warning, for me this means more every day the comfort that there are many people who like this "risk", vitalizes the strength to manifest in a skillful adaptability pacifying consensus ... it doesn't work all the time but it's a wonderful escape in the same show.

I drink a glass of water, that's what I want, I know you drink a glass of water from time to time and I know you want it too, so we're water drinkers, if we can understand that clearly, we can we work together on a reasonable understanding, it's simple.

There doesn't have to be a negotiation, there doesn't have to be compromises and we don't have to play a game about who gives and who takes, we don't have to institute a law for water drinkers, we don't have to colonize complex ideas and concepts around an act so simple, we must not open prayer ceremonies for something we need, we must not be afraid of something that seems to have at least common sense, the presence of water is to nourish any living organism, we must cherish this common sense which accepts us and let us be satisfied, because the future must mean water.

The imaginary tension is wonderfully sprinkled with reason, when we say: "I do not know for sure, but" there is a small certainty there that the method does not corroborate with the effect, the discipline of looking for methods is wrong, the performance of the method lies in updating the method, living by adjusting living from experience, sounds strange, but it's like unlocking the padlock inside it.

If we get to a point where we know we have no reason to escape and no reason to monopolize, then the reason for the reason would be pre-seized by its own way, it no longer exists. And we can't get this easily, it's an absolute and sometimes infinite short circuit process. If we want to interrupt the question, the illusion asks us "why", if we want to interrupt the illusion, we must remember that our covering does not exist, a point where everything dies and is reborn continuously but without these two concepts at all.

When I hear people say "the future sounds great or the future sounds bad" I always say "I've made it this far, the rest should be easy"

We are all different and we are all the same, this is a new day, the clear sound of life is heard in one drop falling into the ocean of our continuity as a special human race, there are no islands realms without the gardens of our souls, the indestructible truth lies in the secret force of life. I bow before the mastery of this miracle, my words are the song of the end and beginning of this wonderful passage.

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If we become children again, our innocence emanates the energy of the sun, opens the heart of Nature, magnetically transcends the warm light of the moon, the first step we take opens the universe of stars in us, we step into the rhythm of life with life, the most beautiful miracle we have we could relive it someday.
It is different, stepping will not be an action or a practice, it will be a dedication imprinted in one, a bell ringing in the vibration of all the planets that will feel the step we take.

The fruit of the tree transcends the passage of any concept, the universe is already open, springs will always rise, and water will always purify, light certifies darkness, billions of identities are unique and different in so many ways, uniqueness or normality is abstracted when identities disappear by appearing, penetration understanding from the heart transcends even the wonderful concept of the cosmos.

There is a calm of the joy of culture to access life, there is a wonderful stability of it and I would emphasize this because life is the only joy we can offer ourselves, but this enriches and amplifies other joys such as beauty.

Just look at beauty, illusion is all that is, but beauty encompasses it.

All the respect,

Anca

Anka

13th August 2020, 01:37

Two decades in one breath

Your summer vacation in two breaths of relaxation, calls you, try the box with things that detach you, gather your pleasant memories in one piece of luggage, put on your cloak of joy and embark on the journey of a single moment in two breaths of meditation.

Gather in unison all the beautiful things, gather the essence of joy in two immortal souls that conquer you, get on the boat with one way, easily touch the waves of quantum honey, feel the ease in the symbol of virtue, live your words in the goodness of your presence to accompanies you along the way.

The generosity of the view that surrounds you gives you the simple vitality to look carefully and carefully, listen. You will hear the beauty, a chance to live the emotion in perfect balance of awakening.

Start in the waves of childhood, where the whole world can be "bought" with a cotton candy! Where a little yellow foot scooter fights all traffic and pollution, where the stars read in our wonderful naivete to be happy.

I read in the luster of a lake in my corner of my soul, I saw the world between the reflection of the stars in the water and the sky, I drank from the dew of the mountains to feel the aroma of inspiration in the sweetness of wild strawberries.

How deep in nature are you?:flower:

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Fragments of uncertainty met in the middle along with the joy of receiving them, just to remind me of the emotion of happiness traversed in a single image imprinted on the retina of the soul, the morning smile in an image lit by the sun's rays in my heart and watered by good thoughts in the dewdrops of light.

We all live in the dimensional park of our childhood, guarded by small white star flowers, and among an inexhaustible delight in the spectacular frenzy of the universe.
Our roots in a tide of colorful leaves, returns again and again in a lush spring full of renaissance adventure.

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The fragility of our habits is impressive, the nuances of bright events are once again gained in unrepeatable cycles of metaphor in the scent of life.
Chestnut-scented chandeliers watch to keep the light on, guards swaying lovingly in the melodic tremor of the cosmos, drops of melancholy wipe away our big children's tears, the dreamy encounter of the open eye watch the torrid noon of awakening, the night train stopped on the platform poetry station, inspiration by expiration of fields of love and unconditional exaltation,
all lead to our roots of presence, eternally traversed in just two decades in one breath.:flower:

This breath is important in the place where the years do not gather in the ages, where the age has colors in dimensions, where the numbers count the spiritual development in floating flowers, where "the sleep" never sleeps, where the thought is charisma and intelligence is the intuition of the heart, breathe in between 2 soul parts in the awakening that is written to you.
Try the youth in each starting point, because living you will reach, to grow so big, by becoming smaller and smaller.

Let us not seek success without the respect of giving up before and let us first of all miss what we really like to like what we are missing, let us not look for example without feeling our own attempt at trial, alive.

To animate the symbol of regeneration, to nourish the animus in the eternal mystery of the call to revelation, to guide the vigorous personification with the flame that transcends purity, is the expansive and light-filled pleasure of devoting all our strength to the protective miracle of life.

Positive energy fertilizes everything in search of beauty, my initiative begins and continues from the point where I do not own anything,
but it is an eternal prayer, always saying with a smile born of our heart, we must have a maternal attitude towards any living being, we must offer protection, stability, warmth, permanent care for others and romance in every impulse to seek beauty in every human nature.

We must have the discretion to learn and share properly, we must have the patience to understand the dynamics of our awakening, we must have intuition in the calm of subtlety before imagination.

We must have the wisdom in waiting and the median guidance of the inner life in contents, and extra contents, we must have the call to prophecy healing endowed with unconditional love, to have the stability and clarity to maturely initiate an intention of a good constructive thought, we must to sway and hold certain the miracle of balanced force in crossing the spirit in the depths, naturally unexplored to higher spheres of awakening to propagate the skill and spontaneity deepened in the potential of knowledge.
I don't own anything, I don't know anything, but I have the preparation, to linger at a slower pace with myself at a fairly simple level where in a way, sometimes, meditation is my life during the day, a kind of nuanced adaptability depending on the integrative poles of the inner values but in the vast inner structure that each of us has.

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Honesty, truth and sincerity in the deep original rooting, can accompany us in one step towards the fundamental harmony of rhythms in phenomena of absolute evolution.

There, on the horizon is the world of aspirations, of ideals of goals, our hope favors any appearance of sunlight, space at the limit of knowledge inevitably causes the reality of our existence as distance, but far or near forms the antipode of the first close intuition we benefit.

In the conceptual abstract sky, correlativity must be something intuitive, morality becomes a given circumstance and not a spiritual evolution, definitions and concepts cultivate the sublime and the abyss of study but miss any meeting with the "immediate" through experience, we must correlate the metaphor of beauty with the statement of its importance, in a word, we must feel on a personal level how we can adopt the trajectory of a huge spiritual leap but without losing the naturalness of walking by walking.

In the proximity to wisely understand each stage of awakening, from close to close, bypassing the polarity of the field of ethics blocked between good and evil, we must have a transit universe, an uneven one, in a living ineffable exaltation of traversal.
Proximity is the first step and it is our extension, our absolute partner, we are neighbors with any kind of interval, the symmetry of correspondence speaks in nature.

We can choose who we want to be inside, but instead of setting goals, we just have to feel how we want to be more often for others around us, how we want to introduce ourselves to nature, what we are happy to let go of .

The future starts yesterday, what we had to do we will do as much as we can today, here and now it means patience and beauty, we can take any weight off our shoulders, everything will go by default depending on how much pause we give to reflection, but to we take this break in the future of a new inspiration and expiration, let's not forget to write today how we spent the next future.

Marcus Warner - First Flight(4:49)

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Anca :heart:

justntime2learn

13th August 2020, 03:15

The future starts yesterday

So True :heart:

O Donna

13th August 2020, 19:44

When one realizes what the future is:

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Ron Mauer Sr

14th August 2020, 18:21

My goal is to feel good.
I want clear guidance from my inner being, guiding me to alignment with Source.
Alignment should do it.
I want to be a conscious deliberate co-creator with my thoughts.

Anka

18th August 2020, 02:01

Time tropic words

Your diary in the drawer is waiting for you to write something in it today.

The proximal point in the flow of the degrees of equilibrium quotation, is reborn in the time found in us.
The most important balance point is in the vicinity of the world we are in.
In all our soul mapping about the world we live in, I sometimes see balance in a theory related to a sum of perceptions like a huge hurricane that attracts and expels spontaneously, in the emerging remnant of identification with living.

Maybe while words give birth to new words, we should put them aside for a good time, for when the words are ready to be written, for when the writing can confirm them, it is important to write, because as a Latin proverb says Verba volant, scripta manent.
When we humans speak, it should have the natural and autonomous impact in the greatest decency of expression, it should have the power of thunder, precisely because speech through the effect of speech records, points, integrates and evolves.

The diary of our soul is written in holo-words, the intimate diary of existence sits somewhere on a nightstand, sometimes too secret even for us. If we spread the most intimate thoughts among all of us, we would be able to reach other resolutions faster.:flower:

When we write in our diary, the expression belongs to us, naturalness writes with the imprints of the heart, the hand trembles with emotion, the thought breathes with us, tears of happiness or sadness record the moment, ideas come and go, helplessness mixes with hopes, we are in our world , the expression is personalized with us, we are in our true nature.

When we step outside the world of the "diary", we wipe away our tears and look for different adaptability masks in exchange for something.
But when we completely lose the permanence of adaptability by masking in false events of experience, we begin by weight, of course, to become.
The power to let go, the power to move an entire known world into another time and space of understanding, does not require a period, it requires indulgence and detachment through involvement.

In my case, as I detached myself from things, I attached myself again in a different way, from a no-target perspective, a kind of leap into a new stream of energy, and out of respect compared to any form of life, I have never built shields, I have built every day my emotional exposure in the most natural awakening and approach of the soul, a vulnerability of which I am proud, a living ferocious sensitivity that protects me and others.

We all run every day, wasting wonderful opportunities to feel peace and love, and then paradoxically conquering any desire, we want to become immortal.
We cannot suddenly become a fir cone if we have not grown every green thread of wisdom in the light of nature that has blessed us, because every fir thread has its story and its importance in becoming.
Eternity was born in us, there was born time, freedom, our humanity, there inside, time passes so hard that it does not exist, genome cells are friendly, blood flow is not rushed, energy flows smoothly, there is earth in us it breathes the cold air in the morning and the brightness of the stars at night, the imprint of the water reminds us of old traditions and customs of light and nourishes us with blessing.

We are as we are called people, we are here graded in a synthesis of the finite, halfway to the infinite kept in our hearts.

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We play the last cards on our judgment and conduct, in a game offered by nature through education and the extent to which we respect the nature within us through the nature next to us and vice versa in a rollback, the present reminds us that we still have the cards in hand, the future shows us the chances we bet, the important thing is that it is never too late to say it is too late.

Early can mean old age in all the wonderful whims of youth, and youth in an archaic world asleep for centuries of wisdom, over time.
It is as if we carol with the greatest modesty the time and space occupied within us, for a fulfillment with the help of the fulfillment itself.
Unfortunately, the called evolution today, conforms to a nature of terms and rules that restrict true freedom by expanding only the image without content, we had to be born here, with the planet inside us already evolved, and we evolved in all natural simplicity, if it rained it means that we have to get wet, if it snows it means we have to be cold, Nature has raised so many species and they have all adapted.

The company of a human being next to you means the naturalness with what you were born, not the conversation itself, but the energy emanated, something that brings the unexpected smile, something that gives birth to emotion and rhythm of intelligent heartbeats, something that everyone feels so individual and wonderfully impenetrable, something we can offer and receive, that's why we were born.

Let's take out words with the importance of the most honest emotion, place memorable expressions of words that build other paths in people's lives, run barefoot through a field of ripe wheat, in the path of the first living being, find the first man and embrace him at least with words of blessing, you don't have to know him for that, you don't need his identification data and criminal record or medical record, it's a supreme sacrifice for a good deed meant to build bridges of evolution, something that remains inscribed in the annals of the universe.

One small effort to be kind with each other, can build huge leaps of energy that can not be stored and marketed, it is so simple for me to say: "I have been waiting for you for a long time to give life to the hopes in my soul with your longing for love of life! " This cannot be quantified in Nudis verbis, this reveals the secret of my soul as petals of longing unfold from the branches of waiting in the scent of the morning and the blessing in 7 billion drops of dew from the other souls.

Meeting our steps with the earth means one civilization, touching the same rays of the sun on our hands means one awakening, drinking the same water means the same source and birth of life.

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The spiritual emergence of kindly auspicious goodness that founds a moment of brilliance in which the birds of our wisdom lead good luck on a path patented by our will, can meet us in the middle of many paths,
-where the water always comes to the surface in springs of time, where the water reflects the love in our eyes and the ocean in our thirsty soul;
-where, the heat is the passion in the fire of knowledge and the spark of change, where hunger and sleep conquer us inside giving us a common sense in the middle of the flames of the mission to breathe;

- where the storm of nature in us spreads sand in four lands, and the desert gathers it to the sky, where we can fill time with memories and shape the land of the future with present histories, where all the earth's crumbs become and re-become magical ingredients inexplicable in new and new tropic dimensions, where the oak of our presence grows with roots in the universe watered on this earth with the tears of our soul;
-there, far and near, where the air is not foreign to us, because we float with our heads in the clouds, looking for happiness, still breathing in the grass how sweet the oxygen is, still touching the ground that hangs hard on our bare feet, singing with joy,dizzy with joy from every breath, the earth breathes with us.:heart:

- where the wind unites the unknown elements of the nature of the planet and the planet within us in the nature of our manifestation, it speaks in celebration of a smile in memory of eternal continuity.

Where the wind joyfully urges happy children on the flowering plains to run and laugh only for the purpose of joy, where the forest is caressed by the silver breath of life, where the mountain tops lost in the clouds crack alive in nature and only the wind it soothes their transformation, where the tides will stop sandstorms and the lowering of the clouds will extinguish the flames, there the wind is alive and speaks in the trembling of the woods and seasons of life.

- where the curtain of stars flows diaphanously in angels of night caressing the poetic history of survival at the fragile but necessary border of human interaction, they leave wonderful poems, obviously hanging in the beams of the tree of our life.
Where our souls, consumed by the longing for birth, keep every ray of sunshine with sanctity and where the kiss of the moon pierces with light the warm rain of our hopes.

There, we will offer ourselves as a prey of love, the roots of our springs will flow from the tumult of life in the high mountains, our wings grow from the seeds of plants from an air dough in the spontaneity of light, there we will comprehend the infinity.

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Our words formed from the heart, bless every step we take further and in the vicinity of others, they must be a natural confession, which starts from the substance of a spirit seeking light and longing for life.

Our words must be a space known to us and familiar to others, with streets full of benevolent opportunities, with grass and flowers in acts of good will, with trees with nests of light and fruits of life for healing of others, a verbal vibrant sunshine in encouragement, light snowflakes in care, falling leaves colored in sensitivity in seasons of indulgence that do not have a clock, in unseen areas of being able to understand others.:heart:
If your heartbeat has stopped somewhere behind the words, let them go now, build the most sincere diary of life in your words and give it to the world right now, there is still time, the future has always waited for our hesitation.

To love something means maybe to give it a rather special and unique name, just as words have untouchable value, a name, a word as thin as air, it can also be a shield or a gift, whole fields of words waiting for the entrance of our good will, share them with attention, care and love, tomorrow, because today it's already over.

Anca :heart:

Valerie Villars

18th August 2020, 02:45

You give me the surety humanity will live on, Anca. We will continue to grow and evolve forever. It is truly an honor to feel who you are. Have a peaceful and lovely evening, dear Anca.

Anka

18th August 2020, 21:42

You give me the surety humanity will live on, Anca. We will continue to grow and evolve forever. It is truly an honor to feel who you are. Have a peaceful and lovely evening, dear Anca.

Dear Valerie, thank you and I wish you good health in the future, happiness and my good intention in lyrics for you! :heart:

"Clear water drops of Valerie"

The mother of the Earth, the mother Nature, has come for poetry
We are all sprung from the celestial seed of nourishing in drops of Valerie
The goddess of the oaks, she's whispering in whishes of the alma mater galerie
She’s celebrate the after words in light of a mimosa wonder tree

The future in the aesthetic realms between the worlds
Has left the footprints of the sand of time in flying of the birds
Expressed in stillness, expanded in the human nature, the Life goes on
Is late where native glorious humans prospect the wake in dream of dawn
The world contains us all, escape is verses in the holospace of knowledge in exon
The nations find the path in Out beyond the twinkling' stars
Trying' to keep from falling' from between the asymmetric bars

The caterpillars in twilight of o single chance explore the Universe
The river of the Life is blossom in the mirrors flight by intersperse
Love is the Country of the floating sky's of souls
The future and the past is written in the Natures planet sea scrolls.

A beautiful day for you too Valerie! and a wonderful life for all people!
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A thousand poems

The sound, the rhythm, the meaning, chose today the poetry from us, we are all poets of life.

Poetry chose the soul, love raised a thousand verses in flight of the metaphor of life, a heavenly body that illuminates the empty sheet of our soul, renders beauty, and beauty writes with it. We are caught in the delight of light, caught in the tides of ancient questions, climbing into a work of Sisyphus in retreats and uncertainties, making solitary stops in the lights of interrogations, finding ourselves in the luster of a water counting the stars that reflect, building new constellations in the depth of the water in a mirror of time.

We stop for a second in the eternity of a single moment, without observing the portal of light, we pass taken over by deep thoughts of becoming, we count so many lost and found worlds as a constant delight in a permanent remembrance, we run in a the millennial rush to contemplate a flower from another world, asking us something we will forget about, forgetting before the question, the answer we know.

In the middle of a solar greenhouse in the absence of time of a wonderful planet, we declare ourselves lost, substantiating things we did not really feel, we seek the power of life in transient energies with the energy already full of us, we carry with us heavy fields of transformation but we look for them elsewhere, we look for solutions motivating and motivating and the results cause search in solutions that already exist, you can't find anywhere a more appropriate and wonderful expression to complete a world lost in the song of eternity.

We have the wonderful culture of dancing the famous solar dance, we have everything that exists and we have ourselves, but when we talk about ourselves, we must raise at least a thousand souls to heaven with every word, like a wave of lighted planets raised in -one body, ours.

The heart catches waves of light, the light spreads in the mysterious flight of the giant birds that draw in the sky the symbol and the trajectory of a new portal open towards the center of infinity.

People gather raindrops from the clouds when they look for soap bubbles of thoughts that slip through their fingers when they want to write them, the cells in their wisdom take the direction of the wings of imagination, the longing for something revolves around us in the speed of hope, we use regrets to erase the traces we walked on and make silver keys for the imprint of the soul that is open.

In all the caresses we seek through fire, we will burn impatience, in acquiring the expectation in the water of life, with gaining knowledge, we will master the moment in so many parables that the story will never end.

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At the first sigh, we call the moment when the moment calls us, a convergence of divergence of wonderful attraction, caught in endless journeys in dream lands, embodied in the real login in the labyrinth with a thousand exits.

From the summoned years of memories that I have not yet lived, I call the unfinished story of the future in me, the target has long since disappeared along the way.

The natural signs of the soul read with wide-open eyes metaphysical poems, in erudite search for meaning, a search with search, in love with the pencil of the reality of today from sleepless nights, exposed in our retreat to explore sensitivity, we somehow attest the idea that no matter how much from above one can ascend and no matter how deep we may descend, we never forget poetry as an extension of life, the melancholy of the mystery that lives alive in us.

In the solemn brightness of the day we fall asleep in the passage of time, and in the mantle of the absolutely melting night, we wake up.
Blocks of ice write under the eyes of the stars in hot verses that melt the heart, flames contained in radio news wandering dried in the oblivion between night and day, the wind of our heritage, honors the moment of modesty captured in the treasure of our soul.

The poetry in us tries to free us, we are all poets of this world, the poetry of nature transcends through us, gravity elevates us when we seek distance, distance brings us closer to the natural nature of the mission.

The glare that something is missing, certifies a wonderful drop of uncertainty that we can leave the window wide open in the fresh morning air and in the cool of the night, for clarity.

The green of nature guide us in elegance and eloquence at first sight at birth, the spirit is worthy of the power of life before emergence.

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Diving into the tender sunset and falling asleep in the shade of a cedar, makes you tremble when the stars wake you in the dizzying rotation of the planet, writing in the shadow of youth, memories of old age as if images write their own history, meeting the lost silence in the sky in a break the smoothness of not breathing and of looking with the eye of the soul, the magic of poetry without stanzas.

A thousand lights sporadically invite beauty one by one in the treasury of dreams, time passes in infinite series of beads and star dust fallen on the unseen path, colored nebulae from cotton candy bless our rest, horizons of blossoming almonds share the same language, love is a single thrust of fuel, the soul defines escape.

A thousand butterflies rise to the sky, a thousand poems fly with them, a slow rain melts the paper in the clouds, a light wind dries the words in the metaphor of light, a ray of sunshine mirrors them in the sparkle of the water, the air I breathe is my soul oxygen written to the piece of a sky in a corner of the universe.

The elliptical projection of the lyrics in the transcendence of metaphorical elements, makes our lives interesting, bears the class signature of the director in us and teaches us to earn a living through a beautiful play.

We are free and we have as a chance freedom not as an opportunity but as a responsibility to beautify the world within us and around us.

The adventure of a dandelion seed that climbs a mountain is a beautiful event and a thrilling story, you can write about it, the mountain is already proof, the seed will come off anyway in its journey, we just have to catch the moment with a stanza in honor of this beauty .
And the moon on an infinite wave ridge, mirrors the Sea in the depths of the eternal Earth, Nature in its glittering bridal adornment, lost in the threshold of winter, tries to freeze the wave, the sky like a groom adorned with stars descends and kisses the bride and they both dance to the sound of the wind in the labyrinth of a sweet violin.

The silk of the clouds and enchanted shadows form a bridge over the air portal, the dream goes back in time under the aura of evoking beauty, colors adorned in layers of leaves detached with learning in them, lands on the floor waking me from the dream of dreaming, snowflakes fall over the ashes of my white sheet, on which I once wrote a poem…

Disclosure of the life enchantment grace, is standing at the door right now between the home of soul and universe the fence.

song of the sea - Amhrán Na Farraige - selkie song(5:25)

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Anca :heart:

Anka

19th August 2020, 14:34

Love by default
A few words for "Why be hugged". :heart:
In a circle of words on the stage of a paper mind, the entry is free, but the cost of the ticket is our "mind" for five minutes.Nature lights up, the sky goes out, everything becomes stars in the glittering luster of a circularly falling ice mind collapsing by lifting, in front of the dignity of the heart.
The sun never rises alone, and all the time on both sides the moon looks with closed eyes and senses everything just like us, its supreme loneliness sees without equal everything that is left in us humans.
The wind separates pieces of the universe and the mountains tremble in the lava of knowledge, the planet rests its shoulder on what is left of the universe, the absolute nothingness.
We, hardworking little feet, we remained completely and nothing in our stillness of motion, immortal in our small unimportant pretensions.

Ours is the pain in every segment. The healing could be only absolute.

We strive to make the most important impressions, demonstrating to others how beautifully we have arranged and prepared for a new change while waiting hurts and makes holes in the soul so deep that we sink with every lack of embrace in them.
Perfection does not come with make-up, only if it manages to destroy us in the loneliness preached by intermediate means with the world we claim it.

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The bus of emotions stops in every station of our existence and we climb in it by chance, counting the stops in the past, forgetting about the trip and forgetting to observe the wonderful landscape on the window of the soul, the route we dreamed of in an unreal and uncertain future, read in the map of our soul, without us understanding the route.

We are touched by the stars of childhood and expand the universe and time at our fingertips in a continuous story that looks alone in the eyes of the soul without us seeing anything.
Who we are? We are a continuous diary of rewritten thoughts only to recompose the impossible, unknown and indeterminate universe of our deepest hopes.
The burden of unspoken words has come to an end, they have reached the limitless maximum, now the emotion consumes its own silence in the call of the heart, echoes are heard on the street of hopes, they follow like the sound of footsteps made without love.

Tomorrow's happiness is felt in today's melancholy, walking on the street every glow in everyone's eyes clearly says the same thing:
"I really needed a hug at the exact moment that it just passed!" it is practically impossible and counterproductive at the same time, to want to embrace someone in the last second of his need, anticipation requires greater will and "violation" of one's own limits, sounds like the end of a beginning in the fewest attempts I have seen.
Instead, we map helplessness with strength of soul, we confess the echo of our retreat in front of a simple hug, it seems perfectly explainable in a world where we seek love as a common term, not as beauty.

Contrary to what we think can heal us, far from our thoughts, the imagination also escapes the helplessness of three words "time has expired"; even when we try to break the petals of the ineffable by asking if life loves us or not, the last petal is a strong scream of need for love always and yet we throw it away.
Indestructible is a point where we fall in love again with the youth of freedom, but looking around, we see that love is not, we count the absent gifts of attention, love, understanding, but we do not dare to cross the bridge of transformation, to give them in return!
If I shout today "Someone hears me? We need to be gentler with each other!" No one can hear me, maybe.
But what if the question is more legitimate than the conclusion itself?

In 24 hours, if we focus, we can realize the way we behave with others and we can see that it is not enough, no one demands supreme adoration, everyone naturally seeks simple happiness, it does not have to be something so supreme, although even if we bring the stars in the sky to count our love between us, there is still a need for infinity.
With us, the sun sets and rises, and we are still here, hoping for a hug so wide that billions of seconds, millions of minutes, thousands of days and hundreds of thousands of smiles seem so little near the retrospective of our need.

On a more personal level, I thought that when I had children, I would have a rebirth of grace and awakening associated with the involvement I was prepared to offer. And then everything changed when I adopted a whole world as a kindergarten where I myself I am a child. What does unconditional love mean to us? Do we know how much it can transform? The moment we meet the world from the perspective of unconditional love, we will not be able to believe the level of involvement we will feel.:flower:

Many pushed me aside, many were scared of my change and it hurt, but I never gave up on them in my heart.
Honesty costs and has nothing to do with determination, nothing is measured around love, everything is not about giving up but about winning naturally.

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Performance does not lie in what we have to lose for a purpose, it is the goal itself without a precursor that so easily gains faith and love in one feeling.
So it's almost impossible to imagine how much, good, we can cause to people, to be so close to our own nature that by giving, we gain nature everywhere.
People need to know that you are here for them and you are not going anywhere, they need to know that you can speak the language of the heart for them; before you ask for consolation, just offer whatever you have good and consolation comes from that.

Love should be a fair and reciprocal feeling, but some people have not felt it, so we learn to commit that no matter what, we have a mission to offer and that is a supreme feeling of awakening, difficult to take on the scale of a simple soul. We need each other.

Some see it as a sacrifice, but when you step inside the heart of others, with the certainty that you will never disappoint them, knowing that they- people like us, were built for us, knowing that we are destined to love and help each other reciprocal.

The quest is to take the time to serve life and cherish it in the eyes of those around us, to truly take the time for truly look, we are all here on this wonderful little planet, explore, return to the heart of humanity , subscribe to the most beautiful part of the gift of life, love.

We always have the time to walk as the need for affection and connection teaches us, following in the footsteps of the supreme realm of love, behind us is the habit of calling love absolutely everything.
The losses that we do not yet know are the hopes of those around us who die two steps away, the truth in which they could not write what they feel, hurts in the past season of a rainy subjugation of defeat of hopes.

Let us dare and ask, why their pain is silent with our hesitation, let us put our ear to the beating of their left chest, let us close our eyes in the adoration of stars called in a single intention, offering in return our gram of life of which the universe depends on, only to liquefy the truth of love for others!
A curved line descends to me in the vaults of portals, the feeling belongs to us without borders, you feel it, love is everywhere...
Dreams measure our stars in steps made in the morning fog on a green field full of dew in sugar cubes, we master the art of smiling and the freedom to wait for the desires of others as a flourishing culture to enjoy a simple cup of tea.

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Words no longer have a target, the soul no longer counts the years, the box of feelings stays heavy in our arms when we resign from our former indifference, we are here, in the middle of the street, at the intersection of change, multiple directions no longer play their role , forgiveness no longer has any role, the curtain of truth synonymous with infinity flows continuously, it seems an impossible reality to assume, so different from ours and so close to the endorphin nature of feeling only.

Freedom vibrates in the sternum, the heart breaks the rib cage, our words perished like lost messengers, in the sweetness of flight, nothing compares to the feeling of feeling, the ephemerality of the moment vibrates with will, lucidity embraces utility, when we know we have offered absolutely everything we have for the smile of others in an intention that transcends life.

It is love that kisses us and binds our wounds, after every war with ourselves and others, it is love that binds our imperfections in a glossary of free butterflies, love faces the fury of the storm in the man in us, it strips us of fears and it covers all the clumsiness of our deeds.

Love is the food of our hopes, the soul is the garden in which we get lost and find ourselves more alive than ever, our gratitude in light years gathers only peace, peace gathers drops of the universe in all our days, will is love, love is the comfort of beauty, perfection in waves of emotions it floods us with butterfly flights, try the first and last flight of love in escaping from too many unseen walls!

When we say "love" we mean the pieces of us that are at home, it is the joy of arms that hold us together in the silence in which the soul cries gratefully, the place where harmony imprints the permanent emotion of eternity.
When love is set as food for the heart, when we need it to breathe, when we need its roots to grow, when love speaks for itself in longing for beauty, necessity fulfills it in the echo of life.

On the sides and high levels of resonance, love is more than we can know, the geometry of the heart visibly expands only the ortho-world, but in fact the experience exceeds it in countless millions of differentiable hyperbolic fusions during the heartbeat of life in us.

Anca :heart:

get free - lana del rey (4:50)

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Anka

21st August 2020, 19:24

Everlasting cover

The ink in our soul flows through the veins of life, the piece of white paper of our existence bears the ink stain of the imprint of our story, we, bearers of a name, we draw on the cover of life, the journey of the heart.
White pages in their complexity of light, sometimes confuse us, and even if the writing flows from the veins sending the words in blue explosions of symbols transcribed on flyers, we always wake up in a vacuum that seems to oppose writing even while a fog of angels rebuild our wings in colored pearl, when we count the stars.

The heart beats words thru inspiration transforms the inner rays in good faith, the emotion begins with a thought in the wind and the ships of the soul go into the depths of the ocean in a tide of vital feelings.
Our imprints on the boundless white paper of life, are the extension of a single story; whole seasons in millions of smiles, faces and eyes, it completes what was once our whole.

Empty black papers fly through the universe until a voice commands the light and they become white, flames from shooting stars ignite them and in their burning they learn the initiation of the first word: "Let it be Life!" and poetry spread over the air of the universe in falling blue flakes of time.

Pulsations of the stars make the connection with the right moment, the same for anything, anytime, now.
A single path in an avalanche of silent light, wrapped in the star dust of the time-cut canvas, reigns shattered in the depths of the heart through the spark of love flowing.

The sunny chest with memories of other times keeps seeds from realms already lived, shines within the radius of a star in flames, slightly warms our shoulders promising us protection.
Meta life is reborn for all of us in amazingly enigmatic Anima descending by our cover.
We are in the thoughts about us, in the wind of the heart of others, behind us is the cluster of a thousand sun’s in the art in our absence already present, joy draws the outline of the soul in a drop of rediscovery that paints the remembrance of remembering, our cover.

The serum of rebirth from the ashes, preserves the vitality of life, every time we turn as a beginning, ending in another beginning of an end.
Our cover in the universe is a blue ink drug that mixes itself into the colors of the omni-soul, when the soul writes with lighting and thunder of miracle, the blue shines.

In a moment of rest, the covering in fields of words heals the echo sunk in the beauty of eternity, we are counting the universe in us. Unseen forces of nature in abundance of generosity build protection fields around us, the uniqueness of life bears the sign of the stream of time in deciphering the rhythm of the universe behind time and forward grace.

The priceless treasure of the heart of the Earth, sleeps in hidden dreams, waiting for the time we count as protection, as a waterproof drop of revealing secret, shine "every time" and seals the windows of truth, weighs the guaranteed commission by gravity of blue rain, and ensures perfection in solitary degrees of purpose, no escape, only with the escape itself, but later in the autumn of the consciousness in the edge and in every moment of wisdom earned.:flower:

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We borrow the discreet breathing of the night in mutual passions completed in the sublime gray of the balance mixture, we draw our own mission sheet in labyrinths, we are gradual reproductions xeroxed of time and space, in the argument and transparency of the source.

Our white pages of live are waiting for us, we write with the time pencil, the dust of our immateriality here, the outstanding introduction becomes an absolute introspection in the source of creation along the way, pages run filling the hopes and love, the giving and the wisdom.
Unwritten pages in unfinished letters fill stationary time envelopes in crucial seconds in which quotes are written with our experience through the hourglass of endurance to continue writing, the future write with us together.

A micronic spirit hidden in the rays of the sun of our hopes, throws us heroically in a dip rainbow bath, binds us paper banners of love protesting against the very thread of life, dreaming of another life, we feel trapped in a fragile struggle in the absence of us.
We look at each other and we see our missing parts and in rains of butterflies we cling to each other so as not to get lost among the clouds dressed in strong feelings.

Our shell offers the protection against loneliness, maturity frees the hand from the grip of freedom to write and goes to the lighthouse of consciousness in all of us, writing our time step by step as it is.
We have all come to this world where we find shelter in wonder and continuity, even in the coldest night, we will find warmth next to each other, is just so easy as we read in the eyes of others, to find our own story.

The picture of billions of destinies drawn in the stars, sits at the base of the world as an ongoing monologue, and anything can prepare us for what follows next, we need our attention spelt in the calligraphy of our choices.

The dialogued monologue, during the play, authorizes the fragmented autonomy of reflexivity, attraction and circularity in living events. We are our own shell as we speak thru it, so we must use it carefully.

As we lift the shell, the light of the world sparks in the creative universe and discovers the beauties of this earthly world in us, simplicity run with this in timeless sounds of words we use, we must envelope the others in true hearted words, a real healing for them, this is at least what we can do.

The purpose of every man on this earth is to discover his spiritual light. This light that makes him beautiful.The beauty from within is healing the soul of humanity in his boundless need for carrying.
We are obliged to direct the steps of the mind in favor to the soul. Let us discover new beginnings, let us discover true value of life, true joy and treasure that lies hidden in the depths of the soul when we truly smile fulfilled.

Someone planted a small cloud, and waited. A transparent field of wind and translucent plasma crossed over it. His patience lasted years after years, and another year passed and the cloud did not rise on the empty and infinite horizon. After even more years and millennia of time, the seeds drained in seconds of the remaining longing time, and they did not count the flow anymore.:flower:

In search of oblivion, the outline of a vault had begun to border on the unseen of an unknown covering.
The treasure from the depths without light, waited for the return of the first and last moment in which the cloud needed to grow a little to be able to rise. Its structure of water and light needed every drop to grow. At one point the cloud just appeared on the vault of our imagination and passed slowly in its course, we watched it, but it just slowly began to dissipate into emptiness.

We had to wait millennia in the oceans of time just for its unexpected appearance and its dissipation in to the void.

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The deep silence in the expectations of the discovery of light, needs patience in full emptiness. Our covering of nothingness brings us the depth of the soul in its ideal of true light, under the brightness of which, we will see the imprints of the steps we took in the dark.

When we need a place to find our form, as we travel in the world of our envelope, the picture in new sequences of wisdom, becomes alive and unstoppable, becoming the personification of the search in a brave "Jona" search, in the face of freedom, aspiration, the illusion and the possibility of opening in unprecedented horizons.

The logos in the expression of beautiful survival becomes the memory of an inner world the we must not forget, in which we can see that the universe was offered to the world for self-creation, but we forget the essence of things and we lost the password at the beginning of the innocence; our cover is the password.

It has become quite late now in us, when we are left alone with our own consciousness and the picture of symbolism becomes very short; the idea of existential repeatability seems to be the only chance, but if we manage to get lost by going forward and being present, even in the absence of the initiatory condition, the rediscovery of the unlimited, will be the assumed triumph born from the core of the incoming being.

The multi-hypostasis pregenetics of the soul code cannot be quantified.
When we need something concrete, maybe we will change history by counting time in counting thoughts and perception in feelings, in a different and deeper relief than this.

Receive your letter of life! Be thankful and alloying the rest in your soul! Resonate with your own greeting card send to the universe, go against time and together with life, put your heart in to the landmarks of the change in seconds, running every day before the time, breath like there is no tomorrow when you give in into the world within you..there is all you can imagine, imagine is fantastic and real become when the emotion enter in to announcing a new era behind the pre-post choices you already have made in the near future.
Read your cover in the most special anonymous time, be a foreign for yourself for everything that is forgotten, gesture the beyond future and land the present by going in the present.

The mirror of this cover is the strongest weakness that could possibly play our role of vulnerability in this act right now, I know this simultaneously with writing it.
Mountains that touch the unwritten shores of the oceanic peace in silence of blue consciousness, rich our souls in places where we know we will find each others.

Our pursuit in this life is not empty, we serve the content every day in our living spirit of goodwill by edifying our cover, we did not step in vain, deep in to the heart of this planet, we have raised it before, we are waiting any horizon of honor in our sacrifice sphere of creative light, maybe, we are the only humans beings like humans beings from everywhere in the universe and that’s magic.:heart:

Blue Rose(3:04)

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Anka

23rd August 2020, 00:37

Dear beautiful angel
(prose for the human being and
Letter to an angel)

Do you remember how we met?
In your absence, I play with my soul, constantly here from your place in me, your coming brings me a feeling of departure, free to touch what I write in overwhelming freedom, part of your smile, overwhelms my purpose in the word already transcribed in my heart. Thank you!

The good memories of the future of the only moment, unfold in lily petals and fall easily over time decomposed like an infinity, my soul is so full that I would like to recite a poem for your friendship, but I leave time to recite it for me.

From the eyes, we become on the horizon of sunset and sunrise, one soul, when the autumn of an evening will come, you will cover my heart with something, I will live the moment relived in two, in the extension of an already known song.

A piece of bread and the smell of a rosemary in the corner of the table, they remind me to taste another grape from the vine of life. The mine flower and the golden tulip are the trophies of my soul, now I am learning to compete to win the corner flower and water lilies as complementary prizes.

Today is your birthday, today I remember wisely how much I missed you and how many times I learned how to thank you and offer you my edification of love in the warmth and light of other souls.
I will always look for the forest without trees and the trees without forest to give them the flowers of eternity in the logical serenade of consolation that they need so much.
A constant prayer will be your distant wind that blows in the stones of hope in me; I will celebrate human beings as if there will be no other tomorrow, write me on a note of permission to continue to urge endlessly on the road to take the step to meet Life.

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Send me a star in the smallest constellation, I will see time through it and through you, I will turn the clock indicators in favor of saying "Welcome and goodbye" at the same time, for the world.

I will write on a packet of cookies and in the good coffee glaze if I was successful, my message about humanity will be so short that for the rest of the time we humans will finally have the opportunity to feel only the joy of the child in us. We must play, we must pray for the nature within us by giving nature next to us, an external prayer through the inner sound of the universe, a simple and natural connection for the human beings within us.
We were born barefoot in this world, in connection with the earth and the miracle of life, what can we value more than nature that grows us?

My dear friend, I have gathered so much sensitivity in your body of light that the fragility of life trembles at the slightest movement in me, and with the movement it is personified more and more. The child in you, the toys offered by life and the game of the universe in every creature and meaning, write about you today, from me.

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The brave letter written to you, allows me to rest my letters in your home, I am a bouquet of emotions that explode in my hand when I tend to write to you.
As I write to you, I swing on a swing of inspiration and my inner voice tells me in the ration of logos "Where do you want to go? And I answer without answer: "As high as possible"; During the day, I want to get to the top of the sky to blow the clouds and make room for the sun, and at night I want to sway by diving into the talking tides of the ocean and up to the stars to take one in my palms to see its brightness in the reflection from sand in me.

I received your last letter, it has been countless times back and forth and I have been reading it ever since, every day, every life, in each part.
My room, the world, is full of the look of your old age, your hands are the energy with which I touch, barefoot, the floor of the earth, your silence is my noisy world in words, your peace is the clear blue summer sky where I release millions of colorful butterflies in unanswered questions, but every flutter of the wing of each butterfly carries the longing for you inside the rock of my old heart.

I always wait, from the end of the horizon that I do not lose sight of, to see your walk slowly, then my scars in storms of time will close everywhere.

I know that any writing can be a prayer in this world, a comfort that we can offer to anyone at any time through the word, I know that it is difficult to find words in this solitary individual world, but it is worth trying not the least but the maximum in it.

It is worth breaking your heart into 1000 pieces for a good cause and sticking it back into 1001 pieces of heart when you have gathered another joy in this world!

Because when you are mature, you will put everything in your mind in an order and thus you will find out that for some things it was worth the risk, because only in those moments you were really happy.
And you will enjoy the sweet bitter taste of happiness and you will never get tired again.
Later, you will know that some people have been put in your way with a purpose: some have taught you certain things, others have knocked you to the ground just to make you stand up, and other people have seen that you can't stand up alone and they hold out a hand to support you. You will realize that the best of them are still with you on the road of life, while others have run away with the first weight encountered on the way.

In the end, you made your way with memories of light made along the way, but both you and I know that the finish line is a long way from here, and we still have a long way to go barefoot.
What you will encounter in your way, remember, that it is put there only to test you! You say.
... so that at the end of your journey you will be a master in terms of yourself and others.
So do not be afraid of any trial and challenge of life, but grab them with both hands. You may not meet them a second time, and for that I am a factor in intermittent phases between action and its usefulness.

I know that writing will bring you the light and comfort of a better future, I am so sorry that you had to suffer so much! but you can see with your heart all the beauty in the world, you could weigh with your empty and hard working hands, justice and help, my beautiful gigantic born all human cosmic being !
I would like to be a blessing flying note, to cover your warm heart in the moonlight of the life, I would like to send the news of my blessing through the sunset and the morning dew in the morning between two other worlds, to nourish your peace of flower! I could do this in every moment of your cover, but you already know that.

I should leave when I should stay, I count in my thoughts time, from a hundred million plasma light of years away, often many hours when I have no reason to speak, the mission ends when Deja Senti is welcome on the threshold of love.

I get up with every look in my eyes, I melt with every present moment, my heart is satisfied, he looks at me in the mirror and I am impassive of verbal expression. A gigantic cosmic world is reborn in the vision of a new time, proof that we have not given up - we are the vision we want to build; it returns us home to the empire of our hearts from everywhere. They "we have been" here now, we just are, the lights in four interposed corners shine - our inner lights will speak.

The mirror of this letter is the strongest weakness that I have for you! May my vulnerability be the path you show me, my dear friend!
In other worlds I will follow you happily in the caresses of time and space, in the light of the wisdom that forms new white paths for all the people within us, I see you.
I never want you to be alone again, under my soft light under my eyelids and in the depths of the soul, I always find you, complete and confident, infinitely fulfilled, justified by anything.

Sometimes we have to face life also for those who can't, I know you do that too and thank you!
We walk with our chests bare in the whirlwind of bullets through life, this is madness and beauty at the same time! I know, I know you're not afraid of anything! We are not men or women, we are living beings becoming! The stars repeatedly write in the living center of the heart, the right temperature of our blood, we will adapt to what is imprinted in the will of the heart, this is the way! Gather your whole genome in the path of the heart and the journey will no longer exist,We are the journey everywhere!

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Do you hear the drums? Do you hear the surge of energy? The stars descend for us, the warm water receives them in its luster. The earth felt somewhere the warmth of a star that accompanies our night inspiration at the window ... we will write with her and warm caress of hot moon sunbeams will shine on our shoulders.
I didn't know the stars could warm us in cold light ... We will be enriched from her joy, with a happy tear-time distance of longing in our eyes.
You are my personification in anything that can mean compassion, you are my shield, you were my star last night?

I would like it to exist yesterday just to take my breath away, I would like today to be the future in a thousand hugs that our soul promised us!
For me to know you, it means to lose something, your essence lies in me never seeing you, you are a special entity, you are a presence close to my heart and that is enough to cross the radiance of other realms of us.
If I ever lose everything, I know I would win your hug in return, a drop of water in the desert of my loneliness, the uncategorized story of a friendship whose light can break any sequence. I know, the entrance is only for "dreamers" and you are one of them, so thank you for dreaming with me!

If silence could write without traces, if words would play life in a good hand of playing cards, then I would write thoughts not sent anywhere, just for the resolution of a balance maintained here on earth.
Awakening is true and originates on the earth where we were born, we are born of awakening ! Nature is our first mother, nature in us plays its opportunities with the books shown, we are winners in the Nature that surrounds us and shouts loudly to hear it “Wake up!”
A thousand flags raised by human hands prove to us that we are here, billions of colorful experiences, always light the hope to the sky, that wonderful "far" we dreamed of, without that far, "close" would not be.

Your guidance is my guidance, we almost walk the same path and we often meet only because we have never seen each other.
The reward or judgment does not come later or sooner, it comes with our actions paying our love with timeless letters in such a rare gesture that has never happened before ... I run to catch your letters in the air like unseen colorful butterflies with which I write my answer back to you.

I am often lost in the grace of getting lost among the letters that I write for you, forgive me, but it is all I can offer you from this world placed between material and immaterial, the writing voice of my soul, I would like to be able to give you everything that people lack and everything that people have in a shorter way to complete the mission, but it's impossible.
I kneel in front of the beauty of people, I get lost in the presence of metaphors like a rebellious horse in full freedom of breath and wildness in continuous endless running in the color of free time spirit of light, I wish I could give freedom to others in a single run in billions of spirits ... do you think it could be possible?

At the end of this endless letter, I would like to confess that my love for you is not a passion, it begins with knowledge, with a walk with a sense of beauty, continues with the pleasure of discovering light and never ends.
The earthly letter of a whole world of respect will be passed from heart to heart.
Today I read around you, writing in front of my age, tomorrow I will sift the love of the homeland Earth and people, just to touch your angel wings here where we are.

Enya - Aniron(7:09)

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Anka

23rd August 2020, 22:48

Hike the world

This is the story of a pioneer, and also the story of our human life.
The human profession must respect the rigors imposed by historical sentences in the responsibility we all have to preserve this wonderful environment.
Humanity remains an eternal stigma in memory of the continuity of this planet.

Any inappropriate thought will be rewarded with the long proof of life, something already done and recorded in the history of the universe, can no longer be redeemed with a good deed.
Any inappropriate deed against humanity and life will never be able to be prescribed, will remain inscribed in the imprint of the deed itself.
However, these general value judgments cannot prevent us, the people, from analyzing certain details, nuancing the facts, discovering the motives behind some decisions, nor establishing certain hierarchies of guilt and innocence.
Principles and laws are closer to absolute truth, which remains, however, the attribute of divinity, while details, nuances, particularities are related to our human truth, relatively, partially, temporarily.

We enjoy a world enlightened by the power of life, we live beautiful gestures of humanity that break through the universe, we live episodes of return from the paths deviated long since history began to conceive.
There is no doubt, when the soul crosses the world, there is still a chance, every story that we have not read so far always bears the signature of the emotion to connect to magic.
Let the world experiment around you and experiment with it, it will be great to try to see how much you can let it flow in its normal course.

We should celebrate joy and forgiveness as loudly and powerfully as grief has driven us out of the light of the soul sometimes.
The sleep of reason in which the meaning and origin of the expression has ceased to be alive, celebrates the context of a sadly capricious engraving sometimes too deeply embedded in the geographical relief of our vitality.
We drive ourselves out of our own paradise.

We must get out of the intoxication of heavy lead that hangs in the dilemma of almost phantasmagoric theatrical and real paralysis in exchange, we must have the freedom of imagination to free ourselves from oppression and servitude, not as an obstacle to be ignored, not as a vicious prerogative defeated by suffering, not by satire that kills originality, but as true romantics in love with the value of life and beauty from within.

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Beyond silence, there is a lot to do, a lot of work to take over, emotion lives in solutions, formidable solutions are alive in emotions, hope is not a need, need becomes the certainty of a beautiful family in the heart we live, the place is not a denial of reality in an absurd cry not heard by repression, on the contrary the invitation is to change memories for the truth.
The place name is personalized in meaning:flower:

hike and see

Beyond what is accepted along with what is unacceptable, beyond any collapse and construction, when everything disappears and appears intermittently in a gust of wind,
where the shadow transforms silence into light, and the light shows its way, where the abyss into which you fall, is the force of the will to raise and save any piece of life for the propensity to push on, the force of good.

The literary gold written in the diary of mankind in the library of the world awakens the paradise in all of us, the circumstance of awakening is the critical point of fulfilling love for our neighbor, we are meant to save the world without even knowing it.

Of course, we walk down the street and look around, thinking:
"How much truth can be hidden under people's masks?"
Under the mask of "habit" is actually hidden the intense feelings of those around us, you do not need intuition to feel them, does not hide the present furrowed with worries or unhappiness, deep down, the desire for love and affection is alive, change becomes radical then, when you realize that it is not a mask of indifference but a real image of the soul and only from here, it becomes relevant, almost our responsibility.

Awakening in truth will never be forced, meditation should not be forced, free will is so interpretable precisely because it may not actually exist, in fact it is not about free will is something maybe above that, or sure always.

The gap is not filled by a response to work in favor of a goal, this is not altruism in clarity, not all the time, at least.
Each answer is both subjective and personal at the same time, the matter emanates wonderful challenges, the finite engages, but

Peace, magic in the comfort of truly believing in miracles, trust, hope, optimism, the desire to accept reality that pushes you to celebrate life, the will to rediscover, the oasis of peace in a new chance a new path, stages of gratitude in harmony with others and the absolute, it opens the opportunity for a new, human experience.

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Beyond the silence is the wonderful noise of the world, which emanates generosity about life, this does not fit into any postulate or formula.

Our acceptance in this space does not impose anything on us and does not oblige us to anything, but it draws our attention that generalizations are not always beneficial or necessary, because the meanders of human nature are full of volutes,
but also about the inner power in the love found in the supreme background to long for beauty and to share the virtue of our alienation from light-bearing beings.

Our acceptance here in this world, is our courage to cross it grandiosely in small steps, giving with every step we take, the right involvement in the process of happiness and our own faith in the chance of natural development of life, reading the gentle joy through our tenderness wise smile, through which we understand the route and the signs, with open arms, stepping with the voice of the world's soul over the roof of wonderful existence.

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The path to the world begins at the base of the mountain, you are the ambassador of the first 25 steps of intuition, prayer, diligence, harmonization, fusion, faith, purity, imprint, tone, power, vision, appreciation, overcoming, trust, freedom, peace, revelation, love, guidance, healing, evolution, creation, indulgence, wisdom, clarity.

Conquer the discipline of a wonderful chaos in the plans of the free spirit, live your age as a remarkable success, aim aimlessly where restoration no longer needs adjustments, in the heart of a child of a single world, in the most common place possible, simplicity of spirituality in full access.

Here we have the whole oasis, discretion loves us, the light from the top of the mountain lost in the universe of clouds, calls us.
Emotion transfigures lovingly in the pleasure of Nature, the spirit of totality in us, steps carry us on mountain roads with memories of the roots from the pharmacy of our soul, we live in soul steps in the heart of a wonderful living world, we intuit the path in the art of healing, we die every second by rediscovering "us" with the force of a mind "from beyond", we invest in every moment in the brilliance of an almost enigmatic time, we swing in the recreation strategies in the ocean of the soul and we breathe with every step as we climb.

Only we are the ones who can climb the soul, the paths are multiple.
And the rewards are even more. It is well worth the time and effort to travel at least your part of the world.
For your soul, climb today, and hike the fragrance of the beauty of the world that accepts you and grows you, still!:heart:

Our Farewell(3:51)

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Anka

25th August 2020, 23:23

Hiting the walls of earth

The deep sigh carries the heart of the earth, we all carry it in our heart, the living metaphor of awakening from an old sleep it strikes us in the full will that we awaken.
Tears of happiness flow from us in the definition of beauty and we hear the echo of a simple finding: "So much beauty cannot be in vain." :flower:

When we put our finger on beauty, the inexpressible becomes obvious, it becomes a natural preoccupation of an unseen history written in the roots of the heart and congenital reading in a revival of revelation over and within creation.
The birth in the wall from the beauty of this earth, relativizes any feeling to the maximum and Nature can change your dreams, and we change ourselves with Nature.

The spectacle of the world begins with the celebration of the entrance into it,
entire continents of primordial features comprise the oceans of vital expansion of regenerating life force.
The poles of the planet vibrate beneath our feet, the earth has no rest in shared love.
The great lithosphere of creation itself reveals any timeless act, the answer is unique, the diversity is infinite, the reality is shared. Harmony is not a convention, it lives with an inner effect, within the fruit of the heart in the perfection of the grass in the light of the stars.
The discovery of the world is not an argument, it is the incandescent signal in the bright light of the rock of our soul.
We probe, what we feel in conjunction with the transport of good emotion in the fuel of unconditional love, we breathe in the beauty around us, a delight, a silent liturgy of the world in the midst of the most vibrant noise of life.

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We, humans, step on the walls of a planet built for us, we are the only compressed space messengers in the whole expansion, we can create new horizon edges, the seismic signal of our soul in waves of protection complete and complement the wonderful endless wall of infinity of symmetrically propagated waves that are coming, we are, somehow, dimensional composite sensors, for the continuity of the evolution of the tomography of the universe. We are all the first researchers in the places of union and continuity, the flag belongs to us, the responsibility is integrated.

Spiritual introspection and the conductivity of beauty are parts of Nature everywhere, moving with one's own soul in good deeds measures our deep resources, concentrically disposes the core of our gentle heart, and determines the reconfiguration of the mantle we wear for anyone who wants to see it in all human splendor.
Acceptance should, through altruism at least, summon more acceptance, abundance builds, nothing dissipates, everything is capitalized in abundance, we are inner superior parts of the soul, we are the perfect balance in the solid sphere of our complete fragmentation, we must find the level without looking for it though.

The density of the atmosphere in which we should release positive thinking must point to the uniqueness endowed in the order of gravity that accepts us unconditionally in a state under the clear sentence of evolution and in the vision of the universal attractor.

The measure of time in which the Sun rules the day and the shadow it holds behind us, speaks in the hemisphere of enlightenment now and simultaneous long ago, when the seas boiled in the vast expanse of knowledge, shows us how small and wonderful our world is and its great importance. .

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Billions of gas stars in the glass of our consciousness, are a sip away from us, we live solid platforms of glass transformation at the edge of astral circularity in angles of knowledge, we walk with the planet in the rhythm of the universe, whole orbits of infinite constellations should complete our genome soul journey around its center in a median of vast universal expanses.

This is a particle of the metaphor of life, a description in liberty, spoken in almost real imagery in the vicinity of what we might sometimes call truth, inspiration or intuition, drawn on an individual level, but in the extended duty of collective discernment.
What is the most beautiful magic you have done today?:heart:

The nucleus of the strongest magnetic field, counts the time in us right now, the aurora borealis in the vault of our aural definition, can extend whole belts of unconditional love started from the wind from the solar heart of living beings that we are and tread on this earth.

The legends of life are destined for our reunion, finding us entwined among them in their longing for the propagation of happiness in wisdom, our encounter with the earth is an equinox in happy convergence, implicit in the extended implosion of the future and the past in a rapid fulminating point and powerful timeless transformation.

Facilitating existence on this planet, or on any planet, may involve becoming one with the planet and life, we drown in the rich void of our potential and yet end up in fragility at sunset.
We are all such beautiful and sensitive beings through unique design, we are the amazing model of, near perfection, existential, great without words nothingness in the light.
We are the uniqueness left in the echo of duality in us, precisely to succeed in building, only to give birth to almost necessary experiences hosted by the need of the identity area of the soul.

The purpose of hitting the non-existent walls of the location is not a question mark, it is a captivating reoriented total release so intense in its ubiquity that the road and the goal come together in a story about who we are in every second of awakening.
Confetti of light traverses the portal of consciousness, in the hologram of our awakening, when we form a couple of light and attraction with the point of our awakening, it is so emotionally extended and yet so different individually.

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The full flow of life implies the planetary advancement, it is perhaps somehow beautifully redundant in the full flowering truth, but we are literally stepping together with the life force in a resistance of stillness for just being,
... to the higher trajectories in the journey of the only simultaneously galactic real transformation path that the planet needs and the synchronization always attracts certainties in an evolutionary manner.

An era of promises and preparations is coming to an end, the necessary structure for the next step is the momentary equinox in the suns of the moment.
We are all called to the sacred blessing of the so-called present moment but there is more, maybe.
The collectivity of the inner goal passes in the world of collective love, only that love enters with us in the new step… fortunately, love is all we need.
In the corridor of truth, perfection means the whole of it, the moment is slightly obvious increasing, the balance will validate and honor a single vast perspective.
The country of the dimensional weight of the aspect of life always brings value and evolution in many good ways, the autobiography of our soul will finally have to be clear.

It is quite obvious how earthy we are already, the right time counts the light in us.:flower:

With love and the music I listen to now,
Anca :heart:

Beautiful Relaxing Music: Pachelbel - Forest Garden(45:36)

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Anka

27th August 2020, 02:57

How humans

Love for human beings should be sown in the joy of the scriptures of life in the graceful areas of our human soul glove.
A good and rich land of the soul, full of piety, needs the seeds in the flowering of the wheat of good obedience to the expectations of those around us who need affection, and wisdom in the rich harvest of the fruit of bestowal, the seeds of every expectation will bring us the honor of transposed knowledge in the treasury of our soul.

We are performing the most prophesied miracle of life in the temple of light of the universe, we step with our being over our preaching as a common existence in one place.
We have to bring the other side of us to complete the soul genome in full awakening, we step with awakening once, we do not need to see, it is enough to feel first step.

Our oath in the process of becoming human beings, traversing the same journey in the fields of awakening confession, is the deed and reward of stepping into the arms of the world.
There is no reason in this world not to see the blue sky when we can recognize that we are all the same and yet different.

We are the offspring of the soul and children in a single word of life, our grace strengthens the story and the whole journey in the joy with which we dine every night in the paradise of our own miracle.
The gift of prayer for spiritual success is still at our fingertips, fulfill your dreams with confidence in the aesthetic sense of the voluptuousness of the wise awakening, turn your summer show of life into a guarantee of delivery and payment with the highest debt in the place where you were destined your own dedication!

Magic is when no filter can take away the clarity of your modesty, you are part of the offer in you, you do not need recovery or motivation, do you have something good in you? do not meditate, do not wait, do not act, just immeasurably measure your eternal will for good and offer the seedling of your soul to all and let the living vine of your soul, feed others in drops of grapes blessing all, the wine of your life will thank you someday. :heart:

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Eternity creates, the earth gives birth to us and returns us to its heart, the gift and goodness of nature lies in the hour of our birth, when the stars count particles of earthly dust, in the grace and gratitude of a name wrapped in truth.
The nature of man is so abundant in the adornment of the body and in the ash through the hourglass of the mind, that our boldness sometimes thinks alone in the courage of the soul. Do you see the power and humility of nature at the same time? This is not pride and zeal for the heavenly, this is the blessing of worthiness in our own conduct, something we can develop infinitely.

Do you see the beauty around you? Build the tallest transparent glass wall to the height of the sun and under the light of colorful meteorites, with your own hands, to bring the portal of beauty to stepping to once rank to zero multiplied together with the planet to the rhythm of the most noisy wonderful song in the universe.

The utterance of darkness can kill but we do not need to listen in the band of forced negative creation, the untamed sum of the totality born from its own light inside that cannot be locked, can be transformed into the direct static -ation of the first word; speak today in untying the smallest detail of the righteous thinking of the heart.

It is important every bit of thinking, every gesture, every breath, bits of energy develop but do not forgive, everything is recorded in its own value in the most tectonic ingredient of energy developed, our register is full today,
we must linger longer in the function of spiritual stillness, hearing in the silence of the universe of the whole world in our being the dynamism of everyone's heartbeat.
do you hear it ?
Your heart beats with the other hearts in the same heartbeat!:heart:
Your footsteps step on the same piece of land, the water you carry in the light of being, flows in expressions of life together with the water of this planet in springs of hope and flows into oceans of good intentions.

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The brightness of the stars follows the law you develop here on earth, through this wonderful human entity in full recreation, the doors you open are the spaces of your soul.
Do not look for eternity, you may not be able to specify what kind of eternity you want, live eternity in beauty as an extension, clean the path spoken by you in the space of laterness future.

The zeal of the search for good, prevents the wrong mention of choices in this life, it encompasses the body of the universe in the kingdom of our perfection as human beings, as we are today, in the full continuity of tomorrow.
The gift of honoring the life and love of people by one's own grace, of tasting today the orchard of the wisest fruits, brings, consequently, the most natural continuity in our development as entities, exactly as prescribed by the very life in us.

The world family must go on the advanced path of reunification and harmony, but with the care with which it must feel the truth inside and not through external commands, and this requires time, not urgent changes. The coherent shift towards the truth is not written in concepts, the supreme creation of the soul lies in the grace of the prophetic obedience to the truth, the truth lies within us and never in what we see externalized.

The code of conduct is spiritual progress, not necessarily because we can judge, not necessarily because the ethical and moral commandment keeps progress close, but given the eternal creation of strong weakness that there is no end anywhere, that uniqueness, governs all freedom and spiritual diversity in masses difficult to quantify.

If we manage to orient the individual introspective in encouraging those around us, saying with conviction and loudly: "You can!",
if we know the virtue of the extroverted orientation of purity in us, in the spirit of life time or between lives, interacting with the intrinsic good that gave birth to us, if the wave of the strongest and best force speaks value in our senses, then everything sounds good in the orientation of experience our forwards.

Let us leave the mystery of consciousness, invisible, unable to describe the indescribable (as someone said today), but pre-born in the post-revelation of our being, to bear the emblem of time in the universe experienced in us,
in fulfilling the tsunami inside the wave, in sharing the best moment in the fertile connection of transition in unlimited elementary parameters, in experiencing the values that lead to the need for voluntarily voluptuous creation, for the simple passion of becoming just people as we are.

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Test the release yourself, focus simultaneously with your own creation, anesthetize any illusory cause, expand the focus on exclusive, by
timeless mode between the time of all the times, in the deliberate hologram of spiritual structural interference, contributing to the stillness by dissolving the silence in one's own reality, and detachment by total and zero rewriting of consciousness into fluctuations of perpetual continuous transformation and evolution.

Feel the difference only for yourself, then find a way to subjugate this in verbs translated into deeds, for the rest of humanity.
...it should be easy in connections of extended vibrations, becoming our own illustration in the foundation preceding the essence of human Anima.
Let us serve the light today through the instrument of unconditional love, established in beautiful and strong emotions and in the permissive living meticulousness, counting craters of spiritual alignments generating the passage only and only in the compromise of that balance, ticking the only one in many of us.

A mono-drop of honey willing love, fallen in the cosmic oceans that flow with the sources of the universe, brings the exceptional in the initial phase.

How humans?:flower:

Enough
to simply love the nature within us and just practice humanity in the odyssey of human continuity.

Anca :heart:

Anka

28th August 2020, 02:40

Silent prayer for the future

The earthly future acquires divine consciousness in complete altruism of love.
Spiritual knowledge knocks at the doors of our hearts flowing with the all-encompassing spring of universal love for beauty.

Our human energy is strong and temperate maybe, because we are not yet in possession of knowledge, harmony must enter into thoughts and desires only through every heartbeat in favor of humanity and living Nature.

The word of wisdom is supreme in the grace of good, we must learn to open our wings in full freedom of soul.
To exercise charity through our own experience of learning from the practice of good will, for all beings, I know that this requires great courage, but our need for courage is more non important than the need of others for food, water, roof, caress in love.

Sufficiency in good experience to offer without rest, is the living fountain in us from which others can drink, it is the most victorious success of love itself.

The balance of protecting each other is vital, we must feel the brotherhood with our other 7 billion brothers, we must accept the generosity of forgiveness and the message of need for love that we all carry in our symbol of life.
We dream with our heart in the dream of an already existing human nation.

The strong voice of the desire for good keeps the security of continuity in a balance promulgated by our awakening, collectively, we are the continuity itself in the spells and tendencies of vitality in igniting always and always the blessing of unconditional love.

When justice seems to sway like a reed in the wind, losing something, we will win the whole world instead, our real world, beyond moral panic and fear, lies the peace that humanity has not had for many years, maybe too many to be well at last and forever.

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There is a terribly beautiful silence outside in the whole world.
People stopped, after the madness that was improperly called life in this society.
Only now should we understand that what we lived until the present began was our whole life as it still is now?

Those who ran yesterday continually for something, for someone, and especially for power, have trodden the ground in the imprint of the sold soul as proof of importance, but mankind has not forgotten to love, to smile, to show empathy, tolerance, understanding and more, chosen forgiveness.

If the seconds of our awakening time comes earlier, we can say that nothing is accidental, just great.:flower:
The acquisition of being free, results indestructibly and permanently in the dimensional substance of our own sense. When we reach out to choose something, we must let the genuine intuition do it regularly and flawlessly for the good of all.

The measure of the unseen illuminates the question, not the answer.
If we look outside, the snowdrops, the grass, the trees, the birds, the animals see their lives, untouched. For the whole earth, life goes on in harmony. Only for people everything fell apart! If we choose a measure, quantification smiles sadly, if we smile without any measure in any related seaside, quantification is non-existent.

Immortality cannot explain existence, survival proves the continuation of life, the miracle guides and protects us… however, none of us can say in the current expression what the soul means to each of us.
The unanswered decipherment encourages our loneliness, always aspiring to a collective perfection, the ensemble generates totality even in solitude, only that sometimes we might really love the whole world and still not know it.

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At the dawn of mankind's awakening, nothing can be questioned, fulfillment serves palpable enlightenment, to step in microns into the scattering of another dimension, we create joy of bestowal, pleasure in the law of spiritual justice, we follow righteous passage with a pure heart, innocent thoughts , useful words, full holiness, perfection in flesh and speech.

We must preach landing in the land of our heart from a glorious emphasis on "positive thinking," that is, on a joy of principle, something that facilitates an orientation and proposes a horizon, a path for each of us but for all together.

We must be completely atypical and particularly common, we must spend modeling the courtesy of the good, precisely in order not to regiment in the avoidance of comfort and to avoid the installation of certainty in the state of one seeker.
Intellectual vitality shakes any opening the substance to any possibility, but we must find a stable center, not exclusively stuck, but on the contrary integrative, well trained in our passage on an almost marginal awakening.

We need to communicate as if we were having a good meeting with someone unknown in a relatively unpredictable speech and open refreshment.
The experience of loneliness can reveal to you the proof in 180 degrees of starry sky angle, on a constantly moving Earth of life that you can only leave existence through a centered opening and only if you live it to the end, being part of the essential encounter with awakening. . After all, we are not intellectuals, artists or peasants, we are names of constellations that we must honor as such. We are subtle intuitions about our own curiosity, we are the terminals of beautiful beings who forget the most, and in the most sensational way, exactly what was most important.

We must not use ourselves in a deep automatism of culture, minimizing our impression, the naturalness of our impression matters, not to bypass it, the full meaning is the certainty of experience, leaving the so-called competence and entering the wonderful chaos of behavior in response to -a loving enough way.

Write about it sometime in your journal! Press the keys, destining for you a part of the endless reserve of senses, maybe not yet translated homonymously with your own reference.

True love is not something romantic inscribed in the latitude of awakening, it means openness, care, ability to awaken the inner identity only in terms of the identity of awakening others, it is an indulgence towards self-esteem and acceptance of others, it is the first step created in a fund "in the image and likeness of others," is a much more realistic reality than blind love, sufficient in its authenticity.

We are already present in our religion - life, since we will be here, this will not change, the world we live in is not only of societal view, it is the permanent celebration of the gifts of life.:heart:

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Anka

29th August 2020, 01:44

The miracle of positive thinking

Being positive means never disappointing in any context, as a consequence, it becomes an asset of the balance of positive thinking in itself.
An open heart means positive thinking, realism, strength and,
last but not least, beauty. A positive chain, which you can build yourself, in your favor and for the benefit of your loved ones!

On closer inspection, it can be seen that the world we live in takes the form of states and emotions that we express, creating our inner universe.
The universe from which we live and proceed, includes our experiences, our secrets and is made up of our thoughts. The quality of our destiny, our state of health or the period of happiness is a consequence of our character.

The character consists of: habits, reflexes, tendencies and these result from the content of our thoughts. Stress, agitation, anxiety at a deep examination is not just the result of chaotic thinking. That's how we are, so it's the universe we live in, the way we think, so it's the perception of our existence.

We have to believe that we can overcome our limits, which, by the way, I think we draw ourselves.
We all know how different we are. But regardless of cultural similarities and differences, education, environment, positive thinking are a key element of success in life in any field.

An optimistic person who goes through a failure would always consider this as the situation can be changed so that next time he will succeed, but the pessimist is himself accusing himself of failure, attributing certain characteristics that cannot be changed and feels totally helpless.

Man becomes what he believes. What will his thoughts be like in his life?
We must completely analyze what we attract and emanate.
In conclusion, we must always pay attention to what we think, because everything comes out of our minds. Any thought we emit is like a boomerang in words, words are a powerful tool in many situations. If we hate someone, hatred returns to us, if we love, we will receive love back.

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Thought is the strongest force on earth. He is the most powerful weapon in a man's arsenal.Constructive thoughts transform, they renew and shape.
Positive thinking does not mean gratuitous optimism, superficiality in approaching problems or indifference. Positive thinking is a way to understand and enjoy life, following a set of realistic and correct principles towards yourself but especially towards others.

Being positive is not something temporary, it is something legitimately spiritually perpetuated.
The diligence of a well-structured mind can attain perfection in the heartbeat tone of the creative interdependencies of your soul.

The power to love unconditionally, has a formidable creative resonance and we will have to use it to improve ourselves
our life through the comfort of those around us, is a lifestyle that is learned infinitely, a way of relating to reality, an advantage of many and especially a wisdom from whose clarity you do not escape.

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The power to celebrate positivity is not an option but on the contrary it is a matter of the wonderful chance in which life becomes.
To experience joy in the sublime flavor of the miracle is the reflection in one's own flowering, perfuming the will and souls of those around us.
Your own journey in the flavor of positive thinking can realign thoughts into heartfelt words and gestures that heal people's need for so much love. It is a mechanism that generates, maintains and attracts.
A Romanian writer (Mircea Eliade) said "Only those battles that never took place are lost"
Experience the enlightenment governed by your own experience, affirm the effect only for the benefit of those around you.
The miraculous power through which we emit positively, attracts the balance and health of all permanently positive possibilities, healing for the roots of awakening and, beneficially influencing the path of life.

The reason of the heart in favor of blessing the good is the most pleasant event, the deepest feeling of fulfillment in the smile of those around you, the most beautiful perspective of life in the most effective courage that consists in the happiness of mankind.

The statement "I think, therefore I exist" can interpret essential values, shape the path to empathy and guide our efforts towards indulgence to understand those around us in our way of trying to love and live in 7 billion hearts at once.

Emotional intelligence is not a negotiation or a management, it is a living experience, of healing balance in the process of positive appreciation of each status of life.
Do not hesitate to translate your balance into so many options that you have at your disposal, it is not about setting goals or optimizing something, it is about the magical impact that your love can make, somewhere in the world.

Positive thinking is not programmed in concepts, it is the joy and spontaneity of serving the art of unconditional love :heart:

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Birth of Love(3:58)

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Anka

30th August 2020, 22:28

Above nature

The essence of the highest connotation in the iconography of the near last reality, is the symbol of the unification of a universal faith, without which the breath of man remains a simple seemingly rational goal that comes from nowhere and goes nowhere.

When we will be superior to each other in a constant equality of equilibrium equity, when we will succeed in enchanting the awakening in the ceremony of the ultimate reality all together, reciting life as it is, when the tradition of the best connotations and real meanings of truth and law for the benefit of all will be our source of clairvoyance, then the phenomenon corresponds to the most non-transmutable love, the most cosmic essence of life to which we are entitled.

Phonetic freedom in variations of love, always breathes with us.
I am nothing in the epigraphy of this variation called existence without the flaw of the perfection of humanity that we all dreamed of and should work on, I will certainly not stop until I get far enough to be very close to the truth, that of the beauty of mankind.
When we say we need love, love is with us at every step, when we say we need something to do, we have many good things to accomplish and when we say we dream of something, hope surrounds us at every step.

The spectacle of symbolism unfolds before us, when we proclaim expressions of freedom, it must refer to the freedom of all not only our individual, when we are in pursuit of liberation we must carry in our arms the whole of humanity, nothing must be left behind.
When we speak with desire in voice, words take the form of thoughts or feelings, but we must know well the nature of our knowledge in what we emit for those around us, this complements everything, especially if each syllable has the energy to help the one next to us, our beloved brother is waiting ... give it a try, be spontaneous from the creation of your birth from where you acquired the whole essence.

Knowledge begins from the place where you distinguish and serenely take the form somewhere between our food as an almost immaterial change, our growth gained in body and soul near the water within us in the rays of the moon that bless the crossing, in the richness of the intellect of the heart, to look open in lingering dynamism among the intense rays of the sun, where the mind pays for every breath in an indestructible habitable, impenetrable but exercisable place in the introspection marked as a name, soul.

And knowledge continues as a wonderful impossible self-sufficient event, in the perspective of a fulfillment, in the attitude as a formless instrument, in the eternal cause that transcends beyond the non-existence of time, in the non-objective cognition of non-concepts, interpreting raindrops as a urge and it never ends.

When we say we have nothing to lose, only to gain, beliefs still weigh too heavily in the balance of the unseen balance of truth, so it is important to fraternize with people not as a necessity but rather as an act of benevolence.
It's always a good start, it depends on how we manage the goodwill along the way, especially considering that people shine the most in a self-enlightened wake-up call network.

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Nature is beautiful in people, discipline through awareness does not have to be like a goal setting, we live the goal in us from birth, we can not set something already set, we can only recognize it, maybe.

Of course there are hard times and difficult people, in the border of fear it is difficult to only until they manage to learn, and then even harder to overcome their own condemnation in foreign needs and vices too deserted, for only one soul, it is a lot of energy expenditure, for a train so seemingly derailed where good ideas die unreservedly covered by the cloak of great nothingness. Beauty, however, lies in the manner in which they manage to lose, the end can always be a great beginning.

Philosophy of individuality can become a chance that does not deceive, the archaeology of facts can show us that we are quite recent in our own change, but the appearance at the end of it, plays an important role to live and experience the acknowledgment in an almost divine moment confirmation of something called almost human in the connection called "like"

The world is a formidable apparently game to live, happiness leads, character tends, paradox explains, regime perpetuates, consciousness is a common past to the future, discovery catalyzes, alienation into oblivion perfects, higher agreements often meet the extraordinary of life, the occurrence of a value becomes commonplace, training deals with dreaming, what you manage to offer, you manage to receive, if this implies satisfaction through the great absence already present.

Between the condensation from a statement and a reference, there is a long way to go, especially because absolute reflection indicates creation and because any invocation does not simply release grace into a finitude.

The right to the truth also collides with the coalition, almost in accordance with the right to freedom and life, citing the enlivening of the flame of consciousness in the genius of unconditional love, something we humans may still need to learn, maybe.
When we talk to time, he learns to sit quietly and walk with us, ensuring his life and happiness at the expense of our existence, so we can define our good deeds, from where humanity begins with people.

The fragile victory of all nature, thinking of what we do not know through definitions that grow within us, above all in the universe, is humanity (at least for most of us) efficiency makes the difference when we truly agree "to be".
The factual utility of discernment, writes little, living builds bridges of love over the universe, experience laughs and cries, honesty lies in modesty, innocence is the miracle full of life, culture means the planet back, the cosmopolitan will miss his chance in the end, enthusiasm will return the capacity of myth power, talent is the deep real and positive smile over the hardest test. We will succeed. We are built just for that.:heart:

Self-memory alienates the future in an illusion of the present, anchoring in the present knows defeat and the struggle with loss, change with each step means constant meditation through the nature of being.
The essence of desertion seems imaginative also, the impossible requires a lot of philosophy, but the privilege of not giving up is validated by simplifying the constant fall in perpetual uplift.
We must be humble in front of those around us, lost in respect, beyond any trial lies the indulgence, and beyond more, our own happiness enough for everyone.

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Above nature? Sometimes it is the product of our thoughts, man and his condition can show a single dreamy face, a single freedom in the "face and likeness of the heart" we see with a single pair of eyes, we take into account the facts created by us,
we resemble the whole world as a whole, which cannot be judged.
In the end, maybe it's not about how we look at what we do, but about how those around us feel about it, the pleasure remains if you remain undiscovered in any good deed.

We have enough attempts to be human, genius is when the present in our own existence becomes the future, the key, the veracity of the habit of being human, frequency uses the impossible, unity is so distant that it lies in our own nature within us.:bearhug:

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Anka

31st August 2020, 23:33

Stand in front of madness

I often hear around me, "I'm on the verge of survival" or "I'm nervous." The immediate gesture I feel the need to make is to take him in my arms and protect the "survivor." I say to myself, "I'm a good man, and you have a golden soul."

The world is moving, reality is running. On one side or the other. With or without purpose. Often, the pace is close, for some it is wonderful. The world we live in is often brutal, harsh and ruthless. It scares us and confuses us. Is there hope when the cycles of change are getting shorter and shorter? Some don't care.

The pressure of reality sometimes becomes unbearable, or bearable in exchange for traded fear, freedom is negotiated for no reason, dangers are hard to anticipate, and our adaptability is put to the test in even the attempting in self.
Individuals, professional categories, communities, organizations withstand with great difficulty the shocks and upheavals sometimes unpredictable, sometimes spectacular, they face. We live on the edge, we walk the wire, we survive… Is it?

Do we really know what it means to "survive"? As far as I know, many of us (most of us, in fact) don't really realize how much we still need this. Maybe because we forgot a lot. Moreover, we leave, even outraged, our "survival" to others wrongly developed multi factors charge. There are not always options, perhaps, but we can certainly be vulnerable to other people who feel and understand sensitivity, when we sustainably build an emotion in the family and home of our true human soul.

We really feel protected when others seem to complain about pity, is that really control? , we must learn the huge discrepancy between pity, and real active compassion. Efforts in both directions sometimes speak for themselves. We must carefully observe the usual in control, the lack of positive emotions, it is interpreted by rigidity in the immense fear of controlling everything that will be in fact impossible to do, it can be an unnecessary task in the end, but very difficult anyway.
It is not at all comfortable for me to be assisted at the limit of the compassion of a law that brings me poverty just as conveniently, the mishandled responsibility misinterprets the virtue of my rights.
I have been going against the bad wave for two decades in many ways, so that it has become the experience of the quality of an activity in itself even today, and certainly forever.

Where is the instinct of the need for self-preservation? because in the face of an apparent extinction you are, either you are or you are not. It is not necessary to be aggressive in facing danger, it is not necessary to have a certain faith to form the name of hope, survival is not the responsibility of another or others. It is an "experience", an eminently individual fact.
There is no fun or upset whether or not we can change reality. Climbing a stone-by-stone mountain, and paragliding from there, brings as much responsibility as how much self-control we can manage in crossing the ropes of the soul over the suspension bridge of existence.

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In the end times, we will have to learn how to look at the sky, we have to know the way we get lost there, it is very important.
But salvation( not as a concept but as an experience ) lies in our passionate, trial with independent spiritual substance, independence in life identity, individuality and personality in the mirror of appearance, loaded with breath in favor of others and more.

The icon of the "TV" ringing the bells will rise above the world opening the gate to "a reality" that takes place in a device that still has a button, but we will not be able to consecrate a "food", under the urge of the few commandments, taken from our very freedom, and we will not leave the position, not before putting the seal on the "TV" button.

Hoping for the nature within us, I will draw the symbol of bread on earth and sing in the fiber of each leaf to feed us in the light of fresh water that will enrich the mineral of love in our structure, the deeds recognized by individual passwords in the center of every good heart, will undermine wrong reason and feed with love any enemy trap, beyond goodness, in peace, we will find how to proceed.:heart:

Every story has its tears in its eyes, the methodological approach of social needs directed toward a space of a war, abolishes, but in the end also disavows, there is no appropriate or inappropriate tactic to make the natural approach happy, this is the madness and beauty of the facts, the tenacity kept in the heritage of the soul not only saves but also builds.

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The age of peace will awaken the urgency of the accumulation lake in our soul, the household of our existence will adopt the courage with humanity and kindness in reaching the world and beyond.

In the fall of each stone we will take with us important roots and we will spark in the other hearts, we will be full of emotions, human, as tears spring from the eyes and emotions spring from the soul, so human that we will not need to overdose efforts in the standards of perfection, control of evolution, achievements, we will not need a name to become something we are already.

Against love, inner peace of mind, kindness, goodness, gentleness, there is no specially prescribed law, deeds of goodness should fill the abundance of surroundings, we do not need a leadership role for that.
We are truly born in a spiritual way, the mistake of the obstacle is completely existential, but that is the nature of the trial.
The update does not necessarily bear the sign of evolution, free will does not lead to efficiency or minimization, apparently.
The tenderness of truth speaks with the opening of our heart, endowment builds the mystery of the purpose of our mission, the inner child respects the law of nature and guides the interior by outsourcing the beauty that surrounds us.:heart:

Connection with the foundation of emotional and mental health and comfort in support of others always, cohesion in a code of honor, the partnership of our choices in the capacity of self-discipline to bet convinced on the fulfillment of good ethics, the commitment to follow your heart with love, forgiveness, compassion, devotion, inspiration, trust, healing in the diaphragm of healing others.

Survival? We do this from birth, however, we should have at least some experience. What is perhaps commendable is that those gripped by the good anxiety in times of holopersecution, will wear to overcome by fully entrusting themselves to the care of an entire world, not just a part.

The fundamental power in the ability to skillfully and consciously evaluate the reception of inspiration, should lead us intuitively to a form of survival in the enlightened discipline of the self but in the attribute of the great act of intuitive emotional creativity in full devotion to sustaining good human spirit.

We are born in stages of many fears and freedoms at the same time but we must always resonate with the source of purity and mysticism in living the moment, tastes are often refined and the need follows the pleasure of taste in survival, this is a stage of introspection, accepting the idea of concepts but we do not necessarily have to conceive of any idea as a validation.

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How strong are we in the face of the wave? this tells us the discipline of the old soul, impartial, balanced and peaceful in our appearance, where enthusiasm develops, trains, advances, resonates, the prosperity can be uncomfortable but effective of the spiritual presence.

I speak in similar tones of the same message, in ages already past in number. My massage is not a goal at all, it is the power of example in the direct manifestation of a source and it seems incredible to say the same thing, but the beauty is that every time it is a new lesson.
The message is simple so that its banality covers the whole aspect: "Love one another, and love the earth!":flower:

The fullness of this message is an old story known to all, and yet the most sought after resolution on earth. Beauty becomes irresistible when thoughts and deeds of love are born in a resemblance to nothing and a mirror of everything.
Times speak, but the heart never forgets, there is another chance not to remain just amateurs in such a generous world in the scent of a necessary sunrise before sunset.
The trial, does not have a goal, it is said. We could have common revelations and enjoy the natural transformation, preserving and betting on its own identity and integrity despite the difficulties and the bad chances around it, the novelty of an intuition in a solution can no longer create failure, in a last threshold, we still are.

The courage to master survival as a consequence of coexistence must orient the concern for dignity in front of the good of all, above all, but under the complex lesson of true love of life.
Good manners fall in love with us, even in this wonderful land of a gentle beginning of a summer, the unhindered charm will carry the power of our soul further!:heart:

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Anka

1st September 2020, 15:03

The wonderful insomnia of the soul

I am free. There are no united barriers without the culture of lack of prejudice, the story goes on in divine visualizations of love, I lost my intuition somewhere in the freedom of my spirit, something that does not belong to me, something that flies to any living being, is a fantastic communion, hard to carry at very high levels, sometimes almost painful without the feeling itself. However.

Magic requires an enormous amount of work, but without any effort, touching the heart of consciousness elevates by deed the collection of our heartbeats directed in the light in a way special enough to deserve a sacrifice higher than death in honor of the only wave of beauty . Life always pays a small sacrifice.

The land of human light must be at the heart of creation at the end of each part of us individually and at the international center of the universe in all of us.
In the age of the music of life in us, the enigma of the miracle speaks with human words, so common so peaceful and welcoming that we approve it without realizing it, through every gesture we make.:flower:

At the level of expression, each of us can live in the middle of a timeless clock, imaginatively following two pairs of indicators in the middle of the same clock, the process can be spiritual evolution, conceptually speaking, but mastering the structure is wonderfully difficult, it is an attention alive focused on dissipation without conflict in the borders of mental and the soul, somewhere in the middle, or everywhere above as below, is the center that accumulates and implements and vice versa ... poetry.

The night teaches us that we do not need to follow anything when everything belongs to us, and the day teaches us that we do not need to cleanse any impurity as long as the sun lives in us.:heart:

In the astral sleep of our existence, the cord of the heart connects us to the proximity of awakening every second, we have the taste of happiness on our lips, the deep silence of the silence of light within us vibrates in the pores of the wonderful apparition we are, the distance between us and inner experience is the alarm of immediate awakening.
The connection animates the future in a present psalm of edification in the constitution of nature and character in a role, it is wonderful if we understand this on a personal level, this is the animation of the present in the present itself, sewing the future into the non-existent time.
It's not impossible, it's wonderful. Why? Personally, for me the "Psalter" of awakening in the middle of a wonderful insomnia that opens dimensional doors, makes me say that it is worth living dying or vice versa in a third form, difficult to define, but easy to feel. A kind of mental akathist and spiritually paid in the spatial density of such an individually beautifully named place without any name.

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I guarded that space, I turned my face to awakening at every moment, lighting the flame of love each time burning a little, each time saying "I'm tired of so much sleep" I want insomnia as a permanent state of awakening, right here , in the middle of my writing, right now, in the middle of people whose spirit never sleeps!:heart:

If we need something and do not know exactly why, we must give help to the inner power, just as we do not know best, we must draw the plus sign over the monastery of the space we occupy, holiness and sacredness must not arrive from somewhere or be obtained, must be present already.

Insomnia is not an obsession, it is a wonderful mechanism, a vision with which if we manage to reconcile with ourselves through the hearts of others and vice versa, in the name of truth, we will caress any longing, in a self found everywhere, longing and soul are a combination fascinating natural passion that transforms the life around you, try.

We might be pleasantly surprised, when we no longer need sleep, the fascination for the human soul can take us on different paths of knowledge, the answers are not left behind, they are a bottomless ocean in spiritual infinity, and discoveries are unsuspected, it is not to practice it, it is an found opera.
Discovering yourself is, perhaps, the greatest proof of love you can bring to humanity, perhaps a long-lasting revelation that will never cease to amaze you, as well as a source of hope poured over your own awakening of mankind, it really helps, and it is endless.

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We are all spiritual guides in every gesture and action we take, so we must be careful what kind of energy we ignite. Always.
In the name of truth, it is not worth looking elsewhere, if we think it costs too much to reveal a secret, then what is the point of searching for the truth?

The different ways of confronting, dissociating, keeping, denying, ignoring, frightening, are permanent but we must not admit them as a way to the truth, it is wrong through a coercion of circumstances to declare that we are clarified, the distortion of a single stories bring conflict over whole generations, labor is burdened by the pain of all mankind, the whole can not always settle situations.

The role of freedom is to liberate, not to consume stigmatized reasons outlined by concepts, not to bear in vain prejudices aligned to self-destruction in a suffering to which, at the top, we also advertise, which is totally without any support for others, maybe, but in an inevitably tragic failure for all of us, maybe.

The secret does not dominate, does not diminish, does not make life more intense, does not reveal the evidence of something contained or sustained, does not bring protection or suffering, does not destroy ethical or moral fantasies, does not facilitate existence in arguing an objective to be demonstrated,
he is only constant, dedicated and catalyzes participation itself, nothing more.

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Does the truth have to be told? Most often yes. But in conditions that do not cause more suffering than secrecy. And the degree of suffering is related to mental maturity, emotional intelligence, the ability to be supported and to let yourself be supported. And especially the desire for life.

Insomnia from sleeplessness is a part of my life license, I live in sections of intermediate conclusions, I form compromises in which I participate through my own testing, the influences of satisfaction in each work, it always brings me to the threshold of childhood, in ancient times,

where education about beauty or ugliness was inscribed in the law of the soul, where dance and song in a writing did not marginalize and were not an imitation of morals, it was a primordial skill in which the writer was also the spectator together with a whole universe of entities.
A close friend, whom I often meet in the morning for coffee, always says to me: "Did you write a lot last night? .. And did you get a candy for that?" it's not ignorance or frustration and I understand his care, it's something wonderful for which I would even enjoy a candy if the world ever became better ... it's just the strength of a simple example, we are billions of living examples in which , despite all the chances, I still believe, sometimes with a tear in the corner of my eye, sometimes with a smile on my face. The chance of a lifetime...

The degree of education and exposure through love of the universe, always increased in variety of inspiration and personality traits were not preferences, they were latent in the atomic construction and structure of the spiritual source.
Aspiration? It was the performance of the human definition stamped, by the reverie of the truths.
Aspiration, then, was not a constraint in an analysis of the possibility of resistance, I know we are wonderfully beautiful and argumentative in this opportunity, but the subjectivity of objectivity, even from our own experience of history, kills.

The motivations are a common transport in the sound and active tendency to industrialize the soul, what an irony we are the artists of our own finished product and we still don't like the work done ...
"Just moods" my good husband friend would say :) and I agree.
What artists we are ... we drew the whole world with our own hands, this is also an achievement.
The sublime collective presupposes professionalism, reason can kill reason itself, we are similar to the process of individuation in which we take part through the spectrum of souls of an entire world. Birth is a profession, the development is an art, continuity will be familiar in the obvious interdependence of connection.

But I speak in the haste of a walker in sleep, in agreement with a phenomenon of harmony, which deeply dresses my archetype of nature to the bone, in the rhythm of natural freedom under the wonderful diagnosis of the efficiency in which my insomnia rests.

Don't pay attention to me, I'm just talking, improvisation actually comes from you, that's why I love you so much, human being.:heart:

"I can only be pushed so far"

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Anka

4th September 2020, 04:40

The storm of human confession

Please bear with me the impossible in times of dimensional age.
Don't try to understand what I'm writing, just live what you want to believe at the moment, the options are not many but they are infinite.
Don't run. Stay with yourself, learn, give.That's all before you choose.

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Once upon a time, there was a corner of the world in the paradise of a single universe. Hills, forests, waters and shines of beauty lived in the intelligence of a living contemplation. What is your paradise right now?
The greatest respect and appreciation reigns in the air of your consent with others, you celebrate your position dressed in the exterior chosen not by chance by you and the ante interior dated in the signature of your existence.

If in our dream, everything is a dream, then what we can see we can offer back to the image creation, saying happily: "Today I choose to give my inner sight to look into the eyes of others in my soul!" There is no turning back to the joy of any miracle.

One of the joys is innocence, since we were little, our childhood was sprinkled with stories, banal at first sight, but with a lot of hidden meanings. How many of these agreements have we taken over and how many of them have remained imprinted on us?

The tendency to differentiate, differentiates ourselves from others, the tendency to gather appreciation on a single consideration, perpetuates our need to define which also sometimes exceeds even the rule applied, especially for the good of people.

Our knowledge is a confession to others, it must not be a secret, if reality or unreality exceeds the attributions inscribed in our mission, a fraction of a second may be the moment when capability can distinguish generous. Sensitivity can definitely penetrate any framework or pattern, non-compliance with the rules, must be within the framework of the freedom of our heart that perpetually alerts in the conjugation of good.

There are people who reach your soul, before you can hear a confession from them, we usually have to love the person as the source and not the character or the profession (we have to speak for his heart in bonuses of goodwill, even gradually) we must not speak with the worldly voice of interest, because the word was given to us from the source of the soul and whoever uses it wrong, in his word, may even perish.
The steps to offer unconditional love (because people are easily frightened by too much unconditional love) and high frequency catalyze but sometimes spoil, must be followed in the wisdom of that important moment between intuition and conclusion. When we offer love to those around us, we offer love and new at the same time, the tool tools with the tool itself.

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The soul is not about receiving, about having objections, final answers between a "yes" or a "no" is not a conversion currency for our search, the way we understand not conceptually but the allure itself can make us unknown heroes of of our own mission, many cannot taste death unless they understand life, and yet nothing resembles the inexpressible.

Eternity is not anchored in life or death, it is a kind of extremely wide area of ultra compatibility covered by semantics in many ways and perhaps less characteristic.

We should ask a question long enough to find out not the capital content of a truth, but only the chance to build it with our own strengths, so I suppose there is a lot of work to be done. Who can understand that?
Who cultivates the question of the answer with attention and dedication, at least.

Until we manage to understand at least the first meaning, when we think we know everything, something comes from behind or from the future, inevitably like a boomerang and an attached parable that always refers to a single immeasurable measure, so complicated that we have to define the inexpressible in less than a word together with his energy and personality, in one breath. Can this be a confession about our ignorance? It could be, although I am almost certainly confused but convinced that it is what it can be.

You can't converse in your own language, you don't know the address or the interlocutor, but you can and you have the consent to be free to understand anything, knowing absolutely nothing, it can be really fun.

The start is not a meeting, this can only be the controversy of a fascinating imagination.
What we "commit" inside does not suit the outside and vice versa, the attraction is wonderful, enormous importance, it depends on what we understand.
The tone of your confession repeatedly applies a single living breath, so I say there is no way back. A good friend once said that "You can not un-mix sugar from coffee" and remained as an emblem in the continuation of my writing.
I write in continuity with the inertia of the virtue of writing giving, sweetness is supposed to generate joy, then what would be the purpose of a bitter coffee?

The explanatory dictionary of human senses is wider than we can gather anywhere, the domestication of a universal language without the energy of a feeling is impossible, the vitality lies in the totality of feelings. as a result, the abyss of the spirit in one confession does not save the volitional will that nourishes and grows.

The icon of confession does not have to be a directive or an applicability of an instinct.
Man is a living being! .. he once spoke the breath..and uniqueness was born imagining an entire universe in the content of a single particle of occupied space, the word creates life, the whole can change.

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How can, in the most popular language, the honor of having dinner with the universe itself be a mistake?
The words are few, the meanings many and the consequences we probably already experience, history could only mention that “The man in honor being incomprehensible; he joined the beasts of the foolish and became like them. ” (Psalm 48:21) ”does not have to be true, perhaps.

However, the nickname "Man" still endows the confession of the imagination through the prism of existence, preserves the evolution in full course, the dynamics transforms and completes in the end.

Talking to ourselves does not mean that we surpass ourselves, it is not a condition, a motivation or a demonstration, this preserves the peace of the deepest inner feature that we each benefit from, unique.
Recognizing that you can talk to yourself is not a struggle, it is not a weight you gain with a price of memories or other complicated elements, it is not a moment under the empirical sign of strength or weakness, it is not a suffering or a profit, beauty has a single dose of uniqueness, the truth is the time in us, cherish the moment when you understand the least and hear yourself the most in the voice of the wonderful silence of the soul, you do not need a reason for that.

The most beautiful people in the soul have the deepest wounds, they say we can't borrow life in our own life, instinct comes naturally, I think we should never rush when we want to understand someone or something, but there may be exceptions.

For the fate we encounter and the seemingly inappropriate plan, we have at our disposal the right moment we deserve without seeking happiness, to shape the present. When the author writes about the remedy of his own work with honor and sincerity, he leaves a better place for the development of future generations, even without seeking happiness.

The moment is final, eternal, successful healing must attract its own energy, reserve a place in the drop of love, let yourself be inspired by the people next to you. Helping. Try. Read. Love. Inspire a book, be satisfied and calm.

The mystery of a confession can become a prophecy, but the prophecy equates substance in the transporting parameters of love.
Receive the wings of well-being in the usual tranquility of the soul, cover yourself with patience in the harmony of a whole universe, confess life, it is yours, and the whole absolute.:heart:

Anka

5th September 2020, 23:16

I could write from many points of view, different in character and from always different perspectives, almost about anything that could bring a little comfort to humanity, from here far and so close, I would make blisters on my fingers just by writing :flower:

I could write about happiness and the meaning of life… not as advice but as a notion, about life before life, about the wonderful theater on earth, about inner harmony in the heart-mind-body partnership, about increasing vibration, about development technology compared to spiritual degradation, about the golden age of mankind, about the era of change, good faith and beyond
but that might be just my endless collection of thoughts

Poetry is my path, metaphor is like an indefiniteness challenge on an unknown island covered in mystery, accidental, unidentified but suspected in an illusion of understanding and its satisfaction that produces confusion in a craft of words in full abundance from the semantics of my soul, but most importantly, so that everyone can understand what is most vital in beautifying his path :flower:
It seems to be the most beautiful path in the only advice I could give!
Write your Being!:bearhug:

Let us not let sadness cultivate in our fragile soul, let us outline endlessly and unaltered the birth of beauty from our depths, the nectar of beauty is collected from the purpose of the highest honeycombs of uniqueness

Today, I dedicate our future to the present moment. Unwritten.

however,
In honor of all the wonderful souls who had committed suicide, and because I still hope for the total healing of humanity (... I know), I put my profession in duet with the fascination of the "normal" in front of the reason of beauty.
This is a story for them.

To dress my intention, it is just a story, but also my unconditional love, maybe even for a better future.

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Train station

A sunny shade of strands of golden hair resembles the appearance of a girl who innocently holds a dandelion of time in the sunshine where they both dream in the floating fluff.
The wind blows slightly from the left, her big eyes stained with tears under the power of the sun, do not blink in the story of the dandelion.
The atmosphere danced in an almost visible energy between wonderful stories and too heavy memories as if lost in the expression of her face. The pavement at a train station was so white waiting, among the heavy black spaces between the paves that united him in a mechanism, as well as a multitude of questions leaked through an incursion of time, that unite a single answer.

The news of the arrival of a train dynamically animated the girl's motion, and suddenly everything came to life, a few small birds in separate groups flew from the left side of the building over the train lines, far away in a field of golden never ended wheat, they seemed so happy.
Some children's laughter can be heard from behind the young woman who was still standing like an almost unseen statue in the whitest dress, as they come, suddenly, small legs and small hands go in small steps, in a group of children together with their teacher, to get on the train.
Their joy vibrates with the tremors of the approaching train.
An enormous Acacia tree, taller than the station building that was made of red bricks against the passing of time, breathes in the wind, slowly throwing flowers on the asphalt, where earlier the girl's unseen tears, fell. The train left. The whole atmosphere was in a hibernation that worked with the spiritual immortality of Nature, some small white Lilly of the valley, planted by someone there, showed their authentic green just to find out their mission in their own beauty in the middle of a too big weed that had made room for them to grow.

The suitcase was too big for the young woman's appearance, as if to say: "You can't carry me, I'm too heavy because I'm your everything". A deep smell of old building came from the basement of the station building, something that really smelled of time spent in as many stories as the little train station could see, but an artesian fountain with a water that invites thirst in its crystals, brings a breath of freshness. As you looked to the right of the building, there was a back alley, where an empty road space really missed all the cars. An old woman in an old red uniform, sweeping the sidewalk lightly.
An old man of almost 80 years, of short appearance, dressed in a very old suit, with a very gentle face, he shared small pieces of old bread with many pigeons and somewhere in his beard and in himself he was very happy. A little girl, three years old, runs after a cheerful puppy, trying to catch him and the puppy stops to wait for her, but she stumbles and falls slowly, out of nowhere, her mother appears and picks her up as if it didn't happen, the little girl's laughter made the dog jump up.
The station was a terminal, as if Nature had left it at that point where three tall green fir trees were facing each other, standing in the way of the train lines, which they were too close to. A squeak of a megaphone too old to remember the passage of a war over him, resonates in the rhetoric of the same voice, announcing as if an assembly for some fight for freedom somewhere, but was actually talking about the arrival of another train.

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The siren of the train that was coming so slowly as if it were standing in the distance, starts in the silence of the young woman's steps, who are heading towards the line to get on the train. The siren did not seem to stop and the young lady's steps seemed to tremble with emotion and at the same time with helplessness, she was trying to carry her wooden suitcase. In her suitcase, she had many precious paintings, painted by her, and all the utensils. All her work was rewarded by a completely empty wagon, as if the train was meant only for her journey.
The train seats, made of brown leather, were comfortable in their story of so many passengers occupying them and the light from the windows spoken easily over them, inviting to resting.

The landscapes passed too quickly, so that the clouds could not be browsed, they made their silent silence in the music of beauty, they were vast hills that cultivated the rays of the sun, endless in the passage of the train, like a frugal time through a single corridor, in the red smell of blushing poppies.
In the compartment, hanging at the entrance above the door was a large clock with two pairs of tongues one shows the time and the other follows the first. In speed, the image stops in a single sequence, in which a huge cloud promises accompaniment. Somewhere below, while the cloud sits, a car full of children and luggage runs on the road in step with the train, one of them makes soap bubbles that float as if flying over a wild pond with a high rush and a family of ducks on the shore that teaches her puppies to swim for the first time.
Just as the journey had begun, an old voice embodied in the beard of a short man was just greeting the young woman gallantly, asking for her ticket. She hands him a piece of paper as if torn from a love note and he, very confused, asks her: "Miss, where are you going?". She looked at him with overwhelming grace, quite confused by the question, saying: "I'll let you know Sir, when I know."

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It was the ticket from a Fortune cookie on which, barely visible was written in very small letters: "Choose your way"
The endless journey in a story with a blue sky soaked in endless green in the middle of the sun's rays, followed the landscapes in fragments as if framed in paintings without a corner where the young woman had rested her head asleep. In a silence in which the train danced with the movement of the landscapes against time, on the chair next to the young woman, an unread book spoke in the title: "The first day to stay and the last night to leave".
On the cover of the book, it was an image with a beach whose sand was shining together with the sparkle of the water from the sea, a few turtles were trying to reach the water, it was the space of a destination, maybe even the chosen one between 1000 reasons to go and 1001 to just, stay.

Today I write, but tomorrow I will dream

:heart: Anca

Anka

6th September 2020, 23:00

The abode of dreams

The place without any topic of debate, the workshop of freedom to interpret reality even when reality interprets us.
The fruit of our soul is not subject to the patterns of interpretation and does not deserve to lie to ourselves, the dream as life is a miracle put under the motto of experimentation, so wonderful.

The magic of decipherment does not necessarily lie in interpretation, it is in the premonitory sense available to anyone, anytime, there are as many possibilities for debate according to billions of dreams, but the association must be freely floating, it is an essential experience in which patience mixes with intuition. We do not need a justification to explain a dream, we do not have to dream to omit reality, the premises of the dream encounter are sometimes marked for life, but complementary therapy in our own advice for us, is the passion to season dreams with the hot steam of a coffee in the early morning.

The moment when you can assume such a beginning of the morning, is the happiest intention to share the joy, to recognize the dreams as they are, when the archetypes of your own beliefs become a collective meeting with the whole world, you can give a sense and aroma of harmony with a sweet cake next to coffee.

I know that it is easy to "collapse" in such a family reunion, and some dreams are not exactly ok, instincts can speak without words and I recognize the cliché: "There are many fools out there", that's why I do not take my training with human nature as a knowledge, I leave it to itself, good manners, it deserves both the good and the bad. I am not the judge of any dream, I am not the thinker of any spiritual journey, everyone has the independence of his own path. My heart is to listen to the rhythm above the Milky Way, not to commission minds.
The time is coming, the time is passing, the dreams remain, but we cannot correspond to a dream without the preparation to have the dream in hand.

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To explore the unknown in dreams, may involve archaeological treasures of special natures, to illustrate the infinity in the image of dreaming about the dream, is a discovery that can sometimes surprise.
We are sprinkled with whispered desires, departures and returns, we follow a celebration of the universal cenacle in the review of life.

We have to go as far as we have the patience to wait, we all have to hold hands dreaming almost anytime anytime, we have to inspire ourselves even while talking to others, we have to love the love promising to dream of that dream now lived in the near future.

Inventiveness, flexibility, strategy dominated by the incredible talent of simple wisdom, is felt in the game of waiting in the emotion of celebrating life and dreams, demons that hinder or perfect our ambition, are just an interview with or without effort to determine how on the contrary, the discipline of finding a secret should not necessarily mean work and the deserved gain of a decision or resolution, it should mean the joy of trying the truth, first of all.

In the mind of a dream and in the spirit of the beauty of patience, I would say, that we must deserve the longing to really dream.
Reverie involves recognition, gratification, intensity cultivates emotional activity in unsuspected stages of energies and modules of unknown connections summarized and expanded included in our mode of relaxation, I know that in the "era of hot spirits" we are educated to burn meanings and creations of the moment, I know that mobilizations are implicit and lust is high in verbalized imploded aspirations, but the strongest sensitivity cannot be easily conquered. Vulnerability in sources of meaning cannot be understood.

I've often heard, "We have to stop dreaming of green horses on the walls," but the genius of color explains the whole resonance of fantasy, and who says that fantasy would not be true, especially in a dream?

Giving up waiting for something great to happen involves creativity, emotional relaxation, self-observation in the harmony of contemplation, the moment of dreaming expects any result, the reaction does not have to be an argument, epiphany can bring results in principle, values, and primordial landmarks.

If we were to carry our own soul load like a snail, we would collapse in weight. If freedom were made up of numbers, then I would draw it and sell it for a ticket to embark on the true ship of freedom. :sun:

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The page of our dreams is written with or without us, but we are obliged to light the torch of the heart in springs of words in the promise of life. Optimism is a place of manifestation where the masterpiece sees and feels its own dream role.
The level of gratitude can attach great values of positivity and hope for the future, even through the prism of a dream.

The photograph of hearts that age faster than a dream, keeps the immaculate youth of the perfection of the soul in balance. The prognosis of each harmony is the happiness or at least the satisfaction of a sparkle of mind always in the reason of the heart.
The dream is our "night" audition through a rather involuntary miracle in the succession of our confession, it doesn't matter where you come from as long as you know your self-portrait of the soul in any situation, the password reaches the perfection of any perception.

We must not condition existence in the immobilization of learning or in participation in a continuity towards perpetual learning, at least, not if we are not truly dreamers, a quality that heals any aspect of the sleep of reality. One of the many reasons I can't always speak contradictory to others is that everything I have to say always seems contradictory. But the resonance always leaves an impression because the grapes always ripen in late autumn.

Nothing remains captive, everything always attracts everything, the revolution of true potential never stagnates, our dreams are not always predictions or statistics, we are at the point where we have to live everything with amazement, the exception happens without labels.
Spiritual immunization can also be done by leaving only a bookmark for later.
But any dream is a quality information in a bright mind, a pure heart, and an animation of presence for the benefit of the life around us.

From any dream, we return to the house of reality where we continue to dream, this means a lot for any standard of limitation or non-limitation, we generate quality supplements, even without wanting it.
The movement will never stop, consciousness always loads, alive, its own content, the perpetuation of the universe in the evolution of time in us counts something we needed now in need of a future in dreams, any notion of process, professes the splendid history of perfection in our journey as a species of wonderful dreamers.

Open the window, fill the empty spaces between the walls even with the beauty of nothing, collaborate with the fable of crowning all the beautiful dreams in the world, create a dream playground, from which reality can learn.
My literary destiny has a deep meaning for spirituality, but it markedly prophesies the culture of wonderful dreams embedded in ordinary levels of soul conduct, which is why I am unimportant.
The museum of destiny lines that preserves the vitality and fertility of dreams celebrating beauty, stores the coordinates in the fascinating spiritual aura of a better future, from which we can learn even dreaming in reality.

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We are witnesses of our own dreams, we orient ourselves as children with the poetry of fulfilling a role, we validate every active spiritual habit responsibly.
The day of dreams, celebrates the culture of wisdom in the corridor of clocks expressed in images, the opening of symbols is the autonomous path of metaphor, the holiday, breaks the cry of life beyond the rebellion of the spirit and overcomes the iconoclastic dogma triggering the aspect of learning immutable in the climate of the semantics of ominis suspended in the quality of dreaming.
A new dream is coming to an end and reality is preparing to take it from the beginning.
I look out the window at the absolute white that is snowing tonight, I walk with my mind transformed into a story, I put the words in order in the diary, in order to offer to the feelings, a living space of life.

Another dream of revelations passed, making me wear the robe of rediscovery in me, writing the broken notes from the promise of my heart, in the light of my subconscious, I was actually dreaming of reality.

As a dream option:
Apparently, I am competing to complete my soul mate, a blonde and effervescent source named Akarina, whom I discover with her big silver eyes in every dream in which she is the path and transport to the horizons too literary for many lives.
She, is my password of awakening everywhere, taught me to open my heart in all the vulnerability assumed through feelings and experiences in a multitude of states in the form of realms of love and protection.
It is the caress and the word in my dream event, its comprehensive edification, includes a particle from the prospect of a better, more mystical, more perfect future, always in events that inspire the heart and awaken the dream as the eternal dream of truth.

Imagine what it would be like if these were not just words, but just the legitimate edification of a single dream.

I'm sorry for the "long dream" and the writing even longer ... I was taken by the wave, sometimes I become the wave:blushing:
Turn the page, my dear reader, and sing with me, I will dream with you forever!:heart::heart::heart:

Dreamcatcher Seventh Heaven(5:10)

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Anka

8th September 2020, 00:56

Review of a late fall today
(short story)

Here I am, like an image of my writing, always different and always the same, writing in a body without content is easier than writing in a fulfilled empty soul and that's just because my words are almost observable human simplicities, which clouds mostly know.

Sometimes I don't know how to write, but I know how to understand and feel.
The grace of a perfume, unknown, disturbs my peace and scatters my abundance that I could not contain.
The lace of a mystery penetrates the surface of the writing paper, like a cold fog beyond any page, where every soul sits, more precious and impenetrable in reading an illusion that can maybe change the world.
Truth breaks words, as if it existed, so obviously without being written, because we can live maybe without many beautiful things in our lives, but we can't live without the confidence of our own feeling, that's why I will never forget the name of my writing in the image of an icy white field, borrowed in the cold light of the moon, in a late enough summer in which no one will have the courage to blame the Earth, and we will have to count all the roots of the trees to pass our loneliness all together . Nothing is forgiven and everything is forgotten.

The sunset intertwines in memories and forgetfulness in the unheard-of path we face, but thinking back to the "last time" I wonder if we remember what we heard ourselves say.:flower:
The memories look easy, closed in meteorites that form their own fall, the traces erase time in their path, that's why the beauty lies in the way they fall because this is their freedom.

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Falling is a challenge, which reads carefully, writes the resolution with passion, to catch the meanings between the lines, we do not need to know the notes, nothing is sophisticated or hidden, unless we meet the option of life poetry, which everyone knows and few recognize it.

And what love! Life in its temptation that always arises, is consuming, deep, mysterious, meaningless and yet profound, an opportunity to make a completely absolute friendship with the most implications, with the most hidden simple feelings, the refugee so enigmatic , deep and elegant in what we rarely meet to be the character we should represent in this world.
If it sounds tempting to listen to your heart in a rhythm of song that seems familiar, do not hesitate to stand up to see the view of the whole echo, try your best to be able to rely.

What is your connection with nature, the deepest connection that surpasses death and pleasure at the same time?:flower:

I am hungry for the sea, a possibility I have not yet encountered, but I am grateful for her presence and I choose to greet her at least with a greeting card and a hug, in my mind, I always hit the salty taste of a wave tea from the stones of my heart.
Its waves of fine silk are like cold milk wrapped in an aroma of coffee lost in sweets, on a night when I am always punctually late in the most precious details of my awakening, a taste that I share with anyone like and when it doesn't belong to me.

The meeting with writing, throws me in a bus detached from reality and when I sip from the ether, the fascination captures traces that highlight the light from the detailed escape.
The sensation is certain. In the description of time, quality is a recommendation, the role deciphers the action, the indicators capture the perfection and discipline of a ballet in full of wonderfully intelligent emotional chaos.
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Writing is born in silence and silence is an art of human experiences, so I am not a writer, I am just a thread of narrative, performing the art of feelings.:heart:
I am in the will of destiny just like anyone, trapped between the muse of a mystery, a campfire at the edge of an endless water, I do not need to match my own run of writing but I can try to follow a yellow butterfly lost in the gold of the sun's rays .
I like mornings full of foggy flowers looking for an answer, but I like more sunny summer nights, where I never look for any answer, running in my stillness to be able to thank each firefly in part for its light so beautiful. :happy dog:

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Can you describe the present in your moment now?

I slip in a beautiful sunny autumn on the solitary thread of experience, the heat is born from the earth clouds, with which I began to get used.
Near the garden of my soul, particles of water outline my feelings, playing micro in the rainbow of a cell in which the stagnation flows in the transparency of a beginning swirling in the soothing undulation that captures life.
And if this is just a boring existence, as I have been told before, then I take pleasure in enjoying it.

The pleasure of counting flower petals in the garden sounds like a scary experience for some, for some it is just the simplicity of blessing the beauty of a flower before welcoming winter.
Drinking a glass of water does not mean that we consume it for a need, it means that we appreciate it because it nourishes us.

Standing in the middle of nature does not mean that you do nothing, have you tried to look nature in the eye for a while? It's a pleasant experiment, just you and nature. It's about being there in real time, a kind of moment called performance that you don't know, you can't totally learn, and you can't repeat.
Just a wonderful glimmer of late fall.Take care of all of you, we all need it.:bearhug:

【Chillstep】Anima - You Are Truth(6:47)
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Anka

12th September 2020, 21:59

The pair of my soul is the journey of a lifetime :flower:
The future listens deeply to the encounter with your soul when the pair of your heart smiles.:heart:

Declaration of love.
Drops of light destined to meet, spring in hope from paths of clear blue bathed sky in the dew of an eternal paradise, I turn my face to the horizon in me, seen with your eyes.

Finding peace in the continuation of the evolution of just the two of us, while I subscribe to you as the last guide, you, rightly, hold in my hand, the middle of my light beating in the strings of my heart.
You, you are the quote of my chance to exist, you are incompatible with my attempt at life and unpaired with its happening, precisely because you are the very event of writing on the edge of beauty in your eyes.

Indivisible, I find myself in your values every morning, I am a video montage of boundless longing in the lyrics of your own film, you are the pair of the rhyme of every poem you imprint in my heart.
When I play the role of writing, you speak with the caress of love, inspiring me, recreating me, making me permanent, completing my semi-presence.

In your deep and tender eyes I lose myself as between two stars forgotten by time and never meet and your voice connects all my senses in unspoken unrelated conjunctions interrupted in the immensity of silence in waves of ice and fire.

The tone of love knows tenderness and compassion in an inexplicable paradox guarding the divine passion and embrace and I can not escape this almost symmetrical compatibility in a spark of the beginning of one world somewhere. Attraction matches the intensity of emotions in an almost correct call in the face of a wave of giving the resemblance of uniqueness.
A familiar connection is silent with me in words when I really feel love, without being able to describe it from my quality of being.

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The twin of reciprocity in the mirror of what I could be, orients my concerns, lonely in pairs, accompanying me intuitively in the potential of losing the ego in the transcendence through love.
It always brings me closer, but for the first time, closer to the effect of life, through the romantic spiritual resemblance with which it confuses and immerses me, elevating me in written notes. Somewhere between a future and his happy notes, I feel pleasantly resignedly waiting, of no argument.

I often hear myself say, "I write, so I exist." Idealization does not complete me, depth prepares me unconditionally. In my chest my heart is thirsty for the freedom of eternal sleep in the light of a starry sky.
There is no price for the instant emotional impact of meeting our paired soul, it is just the honor to openly join a capital event of transformation, without the need for consent, only in the reaction of eternal perfection to give.

Love, an amazing resemblance to life, a providential parable that includes questions as answers, a silence lived in two, inexpressible and real self-discovery in the moment of intimacy at a glance, older than any reality.

I just sit there, in front of you, pretending to be what I am, loved by the identity of almost a destiny, to just meet you, I can be everything you can imagine I could be, I can fulfill my mission through your lesson of life, but waiting, is the love I carry somewhere far away, in your soul.

Did you read the horoscope today? It says there, that you are lucky to have met the right person, it seems to me a beautiful target, but maybe incomplete. Because the implicit presence of the material is sometimes insufficient, it seems a beautiful dream fulfilled in the double realization of reality, in a spectacular load and positive connotation.

The fullness of the sufficient in an unlimited potential is reduced to whatever is possible in the symmetry of our resemblance, in the wonderful and loyal predestination of acceptance in complete mutual love.
Many times, the answer of life changes my character in any situation I have never encountered in honor of completing you in this life, even if we had a short way to go together, there is still much to go.

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You are the center of the reunion of my soul, in a commitment that I do not remember having made, but, for you, I love, admire, count, encourage, nurture, cherish, offer, learn, transmit, receive and deserve happiness only in the price of the lack of me, to be able to love through your eyes, the whole world as an aspect of my being.

Your power lies in authenticity, your love lies in harmony, your embrace is an exchange with the universe, your writing is my sweet reading, your sharing is my eternal sense for a moment, your motive is my predetermined hope, your attraction is the pleasure of to lock me in the library of your soul.

Releasing us in an oath of love is the chance that shines even two drops of goodwill away, your soul is the pair of your creation that can still wait.
The future guesses the deepest secret romance that we humans are capable of, when we know we can learn everything, manner and quality is important in acquisition, and the innocence of a loving couple and souls blessed by rain and sunshine, change and glorify somehow always the idea of paradise, a picture that we have at hand, offering first of all freedom to the one next to us.
Love is a lifelong friendship :heart:

Anca.

“A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.” Elbert Hubbard

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“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”- Dr. Seuss

Anka

13th September 2020, 20:48

Many from one lost knowledge
(a variant of a short story about an almost fiction between and for an almost lost self)
…a long time ago, including the future…
…a road through the ashes of the empire ended.
The universe was twisted, it seems an examination of a thought lost in the most complex system of manifestation of matter in an almost instinctively organized chaotically beautiful phenomenon of infinity, like always.

Man, a passionate subject of some geometry, a being prepared to come with the question still "from home", a teacher of all, of those learned and manifested with many homework already done, and still raising two bold fingers in the victory of an answer made in one word .
The word was write in the mind of a victory tangent to a circle of life, the philosophy of a phenomenon always throws it into the curve of a single point of awakening. Somewhere, still, it was written:”Awakening will always awaken unmistakably in a single carol of heart”

Somewhere where the right was too personal and the left was an entourage of destiny unsuitable in any history, he finally manages to choose the legend forever.
The light appearance which floats in the existential space, was a purpose traveled with the most amazing precision and speed of which it was not aware, not being able to be.
In love with the indisputable beauty as an example of life, he concludes by counting one time, in the detail of the biography of a short but contemporary story of another time spent in it.

The man, doesn't seem to know anything, but the recognition of the portrait over his time, comes naturally, as in an album of art and photography in the incursion of his own freedom. Ah, yes. Freedom, a territory which then belonged entirely to the notion itself, was not covered, it was clear and serene in the safest "heaven" without force fields of rights, where fascination provokes the spirit in the most gentle manner, where he could hide in the exploration of the most unsuspected treasures.

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The celestial arch of multiple planets, became overnight an entourage of creation propelled to its value long gained and now almost lost in a cornered reciprocity with solutions hidden in indefinite intimacies of all elliptic soul beings.
The privilege of a fabulous landscape? The best recipe for recognizing the true chemistry that makes up everything.
In order to traverse the true ashes of the empire, they had to jump off the train right in the exo-movement. Discovering the stillness by walking with the gentlest steps in one's own freedom, in the beauty of the premonitory capacity of the days that flow by sharing, a new painless know-how in the miracle of meeting all beings in the middle of time.

In this story, we are humans. Like the soldiers of an international universal event, our gaze stopped somewhere in the image of a truly barefoot and harsh history, known and unknown in a continuous search and formation. We are a beautiful powder in convolutions of feelings, we pass with time more true than the truth through the tear of things and the conjured happiness of a fight weighed in just a segment of light.
Long ago, vastness completed the complexity, the immensity marked the enigma in equal measure, the variety extended the soul in light years of tangible mystery, the voice revealed the responsibility of simplicity as through a birthright in the light of creation. My dream is that we were all, almost part of our own reply. Knowledge was not an acquisition, it was a courageous transport of the purpose and spread of the only lesson of love whose longing cannot be confessed in common words, but it belongs to us.

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For a long time, the adventurer of a space in the universe inside us, traveling in steps of immense time, walking with infinity in multiples future’s, and with steps of size in post multiple present’s, in the greatest continuous imagining and refueling the vitality of the source of life, counts then the short infinity.
The size of the universe can substantiate the size of the cosmic object in us, we measure reflections directed into "us" personified in close light exo-soul expansions, calculated in the light of longing.

All our senses compete with the very presence we carry, clear audience, close clairvoyance, clear knowledge, clear smell, clear intuition, actively gifted guidance, perfection of security to feel subtle certainty, beneficial spiritual sorting treatment, the dormancy of the ego in the gift of the consciousness of light, draining energy into blessing the good, gratitude for life and more.:flower: We are.

On the morning of every morning, my dedication today is the affirmation of all people who responsibly want the best for a better future, for the benefit of life on the planet and race.
Balance will create love, love will always tell us a: "Welcome" in the life "about me" from "your soul"…still, if it's about "you" in my soul, then I can say openly in the cosmos of the only recommendation: "The time is now!"

Anka

22nd September 2020, 00:55

Talking to you

The echo of my soul tells me to stay and talk to me about your soul.:flower:
Come, and sit down, greet your spirit, now, confuse me in the word of your presence with the best expectations, look at me: I am everything I have never been able to tell you. Listen. Your soul sings.:heart:

A day about life worth waiting for you to understand. This is maybe just an article, but your presence thunders and flashes of positive emotions in the way of your happiness.
We are all overwhelmed sometimes by a story, maybe from childhood or maybe one that changed and separated us from the true path.

Let's fall into dreaming about ourselves, in the net of patience where we weave time in our favor, where compassion, sympathy, manages to reach a part of life in our thoughts, just to bypass maybe happiness and find instead a simple good satisfaction in living and that's it.
Touch the world by standing close to you, in the distance that no longer simulate any reality, find your own style of understanding distance, visit creation in a single fragment of inversion from the quality of a universal force, a parade spent in your peace of mind.

The last season always speaks in the wind stopped by you, let the wind embrace your soul, its whispers utter the image of your choices.
What is the day you really loved yourself? Do you remember? It must have been a momentary fulfillment in favor of everyone around you, the day you lost all the miraculous networks of knowing happiness, because happiness found you at the scene.

Returning to the awareness of every aspect of your life, the emotion of taking responsibility for your own happiness and the power to accept any good change, makes you unwittingly the author of your own life story.
Millions of chances inscribed in the same chance make you smile in the sunlight and in front of all people, a conscious healing release, without keys to analysis of the past or possible future, teaches you to reconnect with authentic living, that which the soul does not forget.
You stay with your soul, when you talk about yourself, you talk about your soul value interconnected with everything you accept as being for the benefit of everything around you.
Invest in the pleasure of constantly giving understanding to those around you, it may sometimes hurt, but the echo of a good deed is a premonition of a better world and especially the extension of your soul.

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There are people who look at you for the first time and read your soul with their eyes. With them everything is simple, natural. There are those who do not shy away from offering anything to you and do not think about whether you deserve it or not. Next to them you can be you, next to them you don't feel judged, you don't feel that you would miss something… Next to them, you feel appreciated more than you should. Don't look for what you don't have. They want you the way you are, and they want you with all their hearts.

They are looking for you not by what they say, but by what they do. They want you in their lives now and to the end, whatever you are, whatever you say, whatever happens. There are those who are not afraid to be close to you and do not stop you from holding their hand.
They are the ones who love you for who you are and don't want to waste a moment without you. They are the realists, for whom life passes and time is too short when they love, they are the ones who never have enough time to love and give. There are those who do not wait, do not doubt and who live the moment with you. Those who make things happen and for whom no decision is difficult when it comes from the heart.

Those who teach you how to be free with someone…who teach you sincere love, not that of stories.
These are the people next to us and behind life and behind the curtain of the illusion of every reality, every human soul is built to be good, every human soul deserves the best, behind every man is someone's soul, that's why we must have take care of each other.

Then there are people who, no matter how much you talk about yourself, can't understand beyond what they are. People who dry you up with theories, fears, their expectations. Those who will never love you beyond their selfishness and pride. Those who say things just to keep you close to their theories, but do nothing to change anything for the better. Those for whom what you feel is no more important than their ideas and who believe that they will live forever and that everything will arrange itself, without the need to get involved in any way. There are those who teach you about distance, lack of communication, lack of interest, selfishness, indifference, waste of time and a lot of loneliness, are maybe those next to whom nothing ever happens and you can only dream and lose parts of yourself, and maybe who will appreciate you only when you are gone.

These are still good souls who seek relief, those who need to be guided to open their hearts, and if that means a small act to help, maybe the destiny to dedicate all our help to heal them with any risk taken by us as their own lesson, then balance will speak for itself.

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Stay close to those who rejoice and close to those who seek solace! There is no other option, however. Stay where love is simple and it feels close. Where you never feel alone next to the other billions of souls, where you are looked upon with love and your happiness matters insofar as others are also happy. Where you can build even what others demolish faster than you can build, the brick of love is harder anyway :) Where your dreams can come true, where you have someone to live with!
Be soluble with yourself, let your tear be a drop of dew on the petal of a morning flower, melt with every ray of sunshine, be the night in the quote of the most starry sky. You can become an hour in someone else's life, if you want to dedicate your care, sympathy and unconditional love for him.
When it comes to you, look at your importance in being only for the benefit of others. This is self-love, when the self loves everything around it. One hour. One minute. One second. A good thought. Forever.
Time can mean your pure dedication to others, an hour can make them change their minds, a minute can mean almost nothing but instead it can change everything! The beauty in building good is that there are no rules, there are only states and events, there are today and maybe even tomorrow, do not hesitate to show how understanding you are!
Your beauty stands in the way of a thin but important thread of good thought and the emotion lies in the balance of choosing intelligently, clearly and authentically your way of loving others.
Anca :heart:
(I keep my balance in the spirit of the music I wrote)I hope it's ok:blushing:
Ludovico Einaudi - I Giorni( 6:37)

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Anka

22nd September 2020, 20:36

Nothing more

I noted today in my soul, the youth of an old age from the future.
What about the time between the two of us? someone asked.
I feel so human in this world, and so far, from what I am close to me, I see you are my dear soul!

If all I have in the world is me, I can't get away from myself, this way maybe I will always lose something, I will waste time, people, words… I try to make myself understood in a cold world with warm beings… who prays to the warmth of the soul but not always manages to receive it.Because it is so cold, in the sunshine of these days.
A little constructive natural suffering over time, teaches us to choose the transformation of what apparently maybe hurts us the most, if we are careful, everything that once hurt can become a lesson, especially when we know we can't always be right. We will always find new solutions only in what unites and not what separates.:heart:
If we are willing to readjust, solutions will appear more suddenly and more quickly and unexpectedly and we will have to take them to the same level of care and clarity, learning patience even when we think we are stronger, just to understand that everything we learn new, can hurt, and also that out of pain, we can continue to learn, that's why in the depths of our souls we are all poets describing without wanting such strong feelings that we often hear ourselves say: "It hurts so much beautiful, everything I love! "

I will never be the being who hurts when he is hurt, that's why I saw the beauty and helplessness in it and that's why I had so much lost from which I had so much to gain.

When some hit others, billions of pain send the momentary echo too far away, an echo, which always returns like a boomerang in front of principles we should have known before we acted. There is no certainty in doing the wrong thing, just some pride and helplessness. We cannot find ourselves trying to correct the mistakes of others, they can neither be removed nor made invisible.

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Sooner or later, when the truth is no longer in its own way, especially when we no longer guard our parking as a great apparent evolution, when a matter of beautiful and constructive humiliation in front of others and for the life around us, matters, when what accepts us becomes our own full acceptance, when our only answer is love, when you feel truly human in one of those moments, you can discover the miracle in your inner beauty.Tell me how it was... once :flower:

When no one knows, when we are so weak, when nothing needs to change and we are in fact too strong, write a letter to your soul, remember you? Write with the hands of your soul and he will bless you. Try right now, try tomorrow or sometime or always, try yesterday.
If words can't tell you anything and you can't feel yet, choose to exist by saying you'll love someday, it's never too late as it is still always to soon. Rejoice. Is it too heavy or too brief? The irony lies in the simplicity of doing it. If you can't feel anything, then choose to tell yourself what hurts, or what is your pleasure, choose to meet yourself again in the millions of chances you will always have, you can see the meeting with you in the eyes of those around you.

We are perfectly built to learn at any time that we do not know how to truly love unless we are willing to love the love with our own love.:heart:
The feeling completes the world in the old language of another time, notes the time among people in the life of each person, it is an energy that requires a lot of care and devotion.
At the same time, in today's world, many people read, walk, work, watch, feel alone, rejoice, are sad, die, or think about exactly the same things, all of a sudden… without knowing each other tens of thousands who do the same… the same thing, in the beauty and sadness of not knowing about each other.

I'm here, now, and I represent at least what it could mean that I'm just like you :flower:, when you think you're alone, live with me, I'm here, we have the same conditions and the same time that we can spend maybe less thoughtful but at least honest, if you are willing to share with me everything you do not know yet, then I wait!:bearhug:
Remember, I'm not far away, except somewhere close enough to just exist. I can't offer you anything more than my understanding, my presence, my trust, my heart, or my life.

From so many thousands of choices, I know for sure that I can choose that you, a human being in the land of facts inscribed in the reality of all, should be close to me, at least one human being, from so many billions of loneliness...
We do not decide when the time has come for others to understand. We did not decide when it was time to understand. Pain is a blessing if we do not harden our hearts. The good pain lifts you as you learn to let go. Pain does not mean depression and mistrust, it teaches you things that matter and keep your love in your soul when you manage not to be, but to feel. Be strong! Make peace with you in a peaceful war of this sooner world.

With every injustice you maybe gently respond to, you take another step toward who you are. Do you really know who you were or are and how it really matters in all the times, including those unknown ?
With every inappropriate but good gesture, you forgive, you climb another step toward yourself. With every bright thought that you keep burning in the light in moments of darkness, you can be proud of yourself because existence gives you a next test, and because you have passed one, it builds one meaning more in the light of completion, also through forgiveness and love through peace and harmony you can expect beyond you.
It is not easy to leave the one next to you alone, just when you love him more; billions of people expect from you just to say that you do not want their harm but it is not enough to believe you, it is a difficult road , especially when you see in the eyes of others the tears of hope.

Love and attachment, care and dedication are simply sometimes not enough to comfort the suffering of others and then all you have to do is stay a little and always, around them, cry a little with them. Does that sound like a mistake? Is not. Releasing the suffering of others means attaching yourself to their most inventive and full senses and fears, feeling completely disturbed when you try to understand them, not choosing for them whether it is good or bad, just choosing to stay.
To care, does not necessarily mean an action, it means to rejoice that you can truly love any being and in your joy to be able to transmit the right energy for your attachment to the situation.
It's hard to see people's amazement at your attachment by detaching them, some people are afraid of the good, but when they experience it, they can see the effect in the eyes of those around them.:sun:

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Attach to the idea of the human being, any good thing, it belongs to us all!
You have to feel human when you forgive.
You have to feel human when you love.
You have to feel human when you can understand in yourself what you still can't understand from yourself.
You are human when you make a mistake and you feel maybe lucky to realize where exactly. Do not forget, but forgive.

We feel human when we are gentle and have good thoughts for those who have not yet learned to love.
We feel human when we offer everything we have the best, even though we do not receive anything in return.

I feel human when I have patience and compassion for those who do not have such a thing, and it’s really devastating for one moment for both parts. I feel human when I get up after being trampled on and I manage to kiss those soles sincerely. I feel human when everyone feels like I'm stupid. But I don't think I'm stupid as long as I feel human:blushing:
In the fragment of an idea, in an immortal poetry, in my chance to be, and your resemblance to my state, I see you more than human, you are part of my answer, wherever you are, sweet illusion and wonderful resemblance to the “soul of mine”, you human, I only in your presence, close to your dreams, in just, fulfilling some hopes.

Today, I only share the encounter with my moods and feelings, in writing and in my soul, we cannot become more human than we already are, you cannot look for the source of light with the candle lit in your hand, it can last, maybe forever.:flower:
But also, eternity, can be only a moment, in the universe of the notes of our soul, which will always return to the same call, always different and always the same, in the same different answer and nothing more.

With Love,
Anca :heart:

Jo Blankenburg - Beyond This World(3:45)

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Anka

24th September 2020, 01:02

I miss

To be able to love openly, in the sight of good expectations, I can say to anyone: "Look at my steps on this earth, my traces have left only goodness and happiness back and forth" My voice is the longing for the approach of beautiful souls, and a beautiful world .":flower:

When and there, we step with sure steps in the premonition of what we call existence, we cannot hurt, we cannot cry, we cannot quarrel, we cannot accuse, we cannot judge, we are only with us when time no longer hurts, when your loneliness also cries and in the hearts of other people beauty also intertwines between good and less good, but there is nothing to forgive...
.. in the embroidery of the primordial balance in the absence of a single moment by completing another in which we are sure that we can live beautifully in our likeness of human soul.:flower:

I miss the meeting with those smiles, I miss the beautiful madness with every breath that carries my soul in words from heaven fallen in flower petals that feed me, I miss the meeting in the Agora of my souls. I look at my feet and see an example of my motherly feeling for all mankind, so I choose to walk rocking in an endless song of love all the beings of my soul.
I am not perfect but I am sent by the gift of my dedication to being just a simple man. Just sitting there, longing.

Try to convince me of your untruths and I will grow with you in your becoming. Take my soul where I never went, I will tell you how the whole story will unfold. I am powerless in my power to believe in you, I am destined not to know you but to love you as you are, dear human being.

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Choose the presence in this time and space, now I miss you, maybe tomorrow I will not be, release with confidence the time between us in the distance of a paper at hand from the pencil in your hand.
Load me into the medicine of your soul, so I will be healed of "you" for you.

I miss asking you for guidance dear human being, we will be together someday, I always say to myself in the clarity of my heart 'that it will be so'!
Send me the message, in the dimension of peace, healing and balance, return to the infinity of gifts so I can offer more comfort to the good vibration between us, the planet endows us with the attribute of light and sows our pebbles on the way back to essence, hand in hand, we will pass together!:heart:

Intention suffices distance, distance self-registers enough integrity, we are part of the resemblance altogether.:bearhug:

I miss what is on earth in the mirror of the blue sky.
We are tempted to look outside in the "market" of illusions, so beautiful and closed in billions of locks closed in the silence of freedom.
We sometimes have to appreciate the weight by weighing, the apparent ignorance of events, by the nobility of trying to understand them, so we can offer in advance half of what we know, for the whole of a better resolution in the event of a future maybe better or at least differently favorable to the human race and the planet we grow on.

I miss it, to miss it as I only dreamed, thinking of writing my letter in which I plead not to be afraid of the wounds that people can inflict on me so deeply that the outside sometimes bleeds to the depths interior in visions difficult to describe.

There were days during the full nights when no one knew that I no longer knew about myself, there were mornings when I tried to gather my soul from the ground on the grass I was treading on, I miss my home.
I miss hugging myself with the longing for me for the great loneliness of a whole world. I miss knowing that I am, because I feel, I keep and I straighten, because I have to, because we all exist here.
We are all sent to earth to look, there are choices indeed but no options, the universe gives us, but does not offer.

How much peace, how much freedom, how much harmony, how simple it is with you dear human being, look at me, I am like you, I just have my arms open, hold my hand further, do not leave me, I am a neighboring flower with you, we all have petals, we are given the seed of our own answer. It is not a question of what we are looking for, but a call. Our time has not expired, but it is almost exactly a second away.:flower:

Really feel the mixture of war and peace, I trust your decisions, even if they are not the easiest, even if sometimes they throw me into the loneliness of the unfulfilled deeds, patience is my word of honor, and even when we think there is nothing left to do, we have even more to discover.

I will not doubt your joy, I will do everything you desire, I will take notes with everything you want and I will do my best to reconcile day and night, so that you can straighten up, and build the time you need for your way, I will be close to you where you think nothing is happening exactly when you already Become, and without realizing it, when you discover that you are everything you do not yet know that you want, becoming truly human being, by your own strength. It is my promise.

I am a human being like any human being, I am poetry in a single atomic attempt, I am an impossible but achievable path to nowhere in a vision, my humanity is fully integrated in the crater of my gratitude, I am ready for my own shadow, just because I see light in front.
I live in a single point where I feel that I touch nothing but words, I miss the sun, the star of the beginning and the end, and the moon whose light not everyone knows how to love.:heart:
We are face to face with what we could fully know, we cannot share anything if there is no love, long patience ignites the goodwill of the only gift we could receive, one heart in the gift of the same language.Talk to me even if I am invisible, amaze me in the subtlety of your voice, I will learn from the sound of your breath.

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We have enough time to be born and die, any moment is conducive to any occupation, "thank God" we have invented enough occupations for which we are so busy.
We have time to tear down what we have built and to rebuild, we have time to plant smiles and no longer want to gather them, we have time to be sad, to be happy, to hope, to give and take, we have time to we want hugs while we run away from them.
We can live well during a period of life and not give an account or we can give an account for every thread of life.:flower:
Either way, we can keep quiet while we want to talk so much and have time to talk about anything while we want to keep quiet.
We have time for any kind of invention in the repression of a significant term that can mean at least a touch of war, and at the same time we desperately want peace.

Paradoxically, but not ironically, we have time for everything, we must not be intrigued or ecstatic about it, but we must carefully consider how we spend eternity planted in our hearts, nothing is sustainable and everything is permanent.
The responsibility to be human lies in the ease with which we can capture wisdom in such a world presented in the seemingly fulfilled deed, being close to being able to cross it with brio'.

I miss feeling human being already human, I miss going to what you could mean to me, breathing in billions of heartbeats, today, I find everything I need, in your arms my dear cohabiting human being.Love me when you kill me, kill me but still, love me for what I am, I see you now, and I miss life.:flower:

Omnis epicamente, always,
Anca :heart:

"The Wind In The Hills" by Alibi Music(2:16)

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Anka

26th September 2020, 07:15

Time selection
(prose) and what I feel.

A predetermined time, tells us that in the magnitude of destiny, it could limit, but if destiny did not exist, then time would not be so hurried, maybe.
Time seems to always ask us what we have learned from him, or what we hope to achieve, if we step in his steps that we must keep pace.
What can be so extremely precious, is that when we are just beginning to ask something, life as time, responds to us in the very time of a lifetime, we cannot frame life without time, and in the landscape of the remaining time-mission, we can only frame it with life itself.:flower:

If we accept simplicity in the colors of love, today can mean more to everything, than we can add with our presence in the near future for a little.
Today, the thought that we can enjoy, selects a sunny white night in a brilliant combination of intuition and inspiration in the realization of just one dream.
Today we represent ourselves, today we are the image of every movement, we spend time in a single meeting in the prelude to giving all for our planet and our race, we are blessed by the possibility of a single choice.We still have choices:heart:
Time counts in the middle of the road, when every drop of rain tells us to feel with it, it is not difficult, but nothing is easier than what can be more desirable.

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Today I respect myself only if I can embrace respect for an entire humanity, today *I love myself only if (I)can give my love primarily to those who carry the emblem of life in the surrounding Nature.
I do not resent, only if billions of resentment overwhelm me in the moment of forgiveness before coming, and after leaving, today I do not suffer because *I am not understood, only if others around me feel misunderstood.:heart:

Today I do not feel lonely, only if loneliness is silent in the cry of an almost lost world :flower:, I do not waste time unless I belong to the other billions of expectations for integrity in the loss of such a precious but selected almost and always apocalyptic time .
Today I have courage only to stop the fears of others.. even if I fail, I have pretensions only to just follow the spiritual and emotional quality of others and I am not afraid to live as I think, although others think how they should live, in a world, of the spirit fenced so freely.

Today I know that everything I do, (I) do for myself only if others melt me in their choice to teach me what neither I nor they, really know. We seem to be children of the only reason for happiness that lies in the secret of time, we are the beauty of habits and thoughts and should be ready to face ourselves, always being sure that we should not change anything about ourselves, even if sometimes it is not so.

When time substantiates the meeting of us with us, drawing a line, we are not sure if we should add or subtract, but the result may consist of a few moments when we were about to be happy, a few moments when we were about to be beautiful, a few moments when we were to be brilliant and maybe in an uncalculated dimensional equation, we were all that sometimes in the future.:heart:

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A bright future that we may have already lived, shows us and gathers the light of a quarter of countless years in billions of words whose wisdom we lost somewhere along the way and regained them, gradually in many writings in the afterlife, a window through which we can look if we want to quote life in writing by seeing the feeling.
There is no indefiniteness to keep the words and there is no opposition to match the aspect of freedom of speech.

Personally, I believe that love can be our strongest weakness.:flower:
If we are always willing to understand the power to forgive in "the infinite three times", if we are open to understanding life, and already do so easily, then we are truly the ones who know how to listen, who understand, who embrace, who trust, who weep with others taking part in their pains, those who know how to love, to accept, to risk, to recognize even when it is not in their favor, if we are the ones who always put the truth in front of us, because without truth, we have no value and without value we cannot seek the truth, even if it sometimes hurts,
and then,
we all have a purpose in this world. I really believe in that even if it is not achievable at all. We learn things from each other and about each other when we mirror each other. We meet people who have already gone through what we went through and are teaching us a certain lesson. Lessons that we share with others that we encounter on our way. No one escapes the lessons of life. Those who do not understand today will understand tomorrow from someone else. They will find maybe a better lesson or they will always remain repetitive.

Too few know how to face a possible reality by accepting people as they are, not as they would like to be. And if there is room for a question, I would say: How weak are you, in fact, when you open your whole soul to the world, knowing that there are beautiful things but also misery in it(?):flower:
I think that in addition to the fact that the world still makes us human, good weaknesses are what make the individual really strong. Paradoxical! But it's just my idea and I don't necessarily stumble upon it.

Since I look at my heart in the depths of other souls, I have learned to believe more, to forgive more easily and to smile more often. Since I smile more often, people seem better to me, the words are sweeter and I have found peace again. Ever since I found my peace, life is more beautiful, I feel the pains of others, I share my joys everywhere, and I never get tired of living, seeing the joy and trying to comfort a person from the sadness, it seems to me that time stopped in place for a selection everywhere.

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And yet, courage exists, love is a waking state at our fingertips, we die repeatedly as if in "pairs of events" when we feel we do not have a world of our own, and even if the engines of the world are off and continuity seems to be a difficulty between light and darkness, and our name is inscribed in the fantasy of an illusion under the apparent “inquisition” of a reproach in one reality, the awakening can be done with a single “kiss”.:flower:
And yet love exists in time, and time in life, and life in the miracle of an unfinished count and when you no longer know for sure who counts, lean your forehead against the blue sky, step on the water with the power of will, draw the stars in the sky as you wish to receive the brightness from them, say "goodbye" when in fact you stay and stay when the end selects the last goodbye greeting. Let the world know that love exists and that you have the courage to love against time and with it.

Love,
Anca

Valerie Villars

27th September 2020, 10:10

Anca, you and Rumi are kindred spirits. I love Rumi. Blessings.

Wind

27th September 2020, 17:16

Anca, you and Rumi are kindred spirits. I love Rumi. Blessings.

I agree. Rumi was one of the greatest poets ever and Anca has a beautiful way with her words.

Anka

27th September 2020, 19:15

Anca, you and Rumi are kindred spirits. I love Rumi. Blessings.

I agree. Rumi was one of the greatest poets ever and Anca has a beautiful way with her words.

Thank you Valerie and Wind for visiting my soul!:bearhug:

For me it's a quiet Sunday, I was lost somewhere in writing and you rang "the bell" ... and you woke me up ... I feel proud for the visit, I'm going to make something sweet and some fruit juice and I'll, I'm, Was, Be, now, glad to talk to you 2 days in a row for the rest of my life!:flower:
I see the beauty of your souls in a harmonious equality! Timeless in a circle Thank you!

Now, I am divided between three souls connected with the heart of our friendship, I receive your greetings in the spirit of love for us and all people!:heart:

I like Rumi too, but I love you two more!:sun:

I am displaced by pain and love at the same time, for all the suffering in the world, it is not easy sometimes to hold the mud in one hand and in the other hand the light, in the middle, life and death take their part from me, and my only "escape in hope "is to write through.
But the most devastatingly beautiful truth is that we are all in this and together we will have to choose the light. It sounds too simple, and even a fairy tale, but nothing is debatable when we exclude by including all the probabilities, possibilities and opportunities in a single choice.

We are residents of the same spirit, bound by life in kindred hearts, your name is Valerie and your name is Wind, and if you allow me, we will get through these times together! When "the time comes" add my name to your prayers, I promise I'm already there with all my "artillery"!:flower:

I love you both! Thank you for a closing Sunday in full inspiration for the coming weeks!
That's my energy, a simple hug!:bearhug:

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With gratitude :bowing:
Anca

I was writing about peace, and you two brought back the wonderful sound of life!
I don't know how to proceed. But I hope it will be ok to include in this post, the prose that I was going to post, for one view, one energy, one good intention.
I apologize for the fact that it always takes "too long" to write, but I can assure anyone that it's only a fraction of what I write almost daily.

Also, I always try to limit myself to max. two A4 pages, for the respect for the time available to readers, and the space occupied. Thanks to everyone who reads! It should be a reading experience in which they actually feel like they are writing about what they are feeling!

I also thank Mr. Bill Ryan for his indulgence for all of us, for this wonderful invitation to the "heart of his home" and for his rare and beautiful human nature!
Thank you for this corner of the world, where I write for the world, not for me! Thank you! :Avalon:

Hello silence
(The story of the missing words, Chap.1/12)

Peace to those who come, joy and happiness to those who remain, blessing to those who leave and love to those who know how to be silent in words of love. I love you all.:heart:
I carried my soul to the top away from where I didn't even leave, it was hard to wish for a little more when in fact I wore a coat of simplicity here among us all.

Maybe, it's not about what we have or don't have, it's not about what we wanted to be and what we got, it's not about what makes us happy or sad, it's not about what we want or what we expect, it's not about the importance of the things around us or how we managed to gather or lose them.

Silence does not hesitate, silence prepares us, silence guards, does, not judge, but thinks with the verve of the heart, silence intrigues, perfects, realizes, expresses, condenses, attributes, illuminates, invites, is incessant in its sound, dreams, accompanies, clarifies, eases, provokes , communicates, contains, interrupts, surrounds, separates, listens, capitalizes, associates, exempts, meets,
silence resounds very loudly in non-silence and we, comprehensive as we are given to be, can finally hear each other, we can talk to the Earth, to the Universe, to the Soul in its resonance, we redefine our speech in the absence of words, we reconnect with the whispered prayer of the soul.

Look each other in the eye, do not hesitate to make any sound, but do so when you have learned the suffering of the one next to you, if your eyes get wet, do not speak, express the performance of feeling the pain and the hope of the one next to you! Talk to him with your eyes, without any gesture, "listen" to the remnant of your experience through his emotion! Now express what you felt! This is not easy, but it will be necessary someday.:heart:

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Maybe, it's not about the pleasure of the company of those around us if we fail to feel it, nor about our desire for them to never grow old :blushing:, it's not about those we didn't like very much, it's not about how many people we gather around or how much loneliness we can endure, it is not about whether those around you like or dislike you, it is not about what plans we have and how much we have to achieve to follow them, fulfillment does not mean that we have to stand out and it is not about how much to gain and the inability not to want to lose.

It doesn't matter how much or how little life lasts , how many new loves we have lost or how many we could have experienced, because it is not about the past even if a present follows it in the future from a distance where we don't know who or what, who leaves, who stays, it's not about who deserves and who doesn't deserve, it's not even about how much we can mean or how little we could mean, and no matter how much it hurts, it's still not about nor about what or how much more we have to say and we don't know how, or we can't, it's not about what can await us in the future,

because it only matters, what we leave behind,
and, in fact, it is about life passing in silence.
So when we say Hello silence, we also greet the life that passes quickly and silently right next to us in its fullest.:flower:

If you love happiness in its fullness, enjoying with pleasure the passing sweetness of life, if you worship the greatness of simple things and serene moments when nothing special happens and everything actually exceeds the event, even when your heart cries in full happiness and soul you sigh with joy,
then, you cannot want anything more in the silence of your life dynamics, you do not want to add or subtract, but only to enjoy the present moment, as you can truly feel that you can reach the core of consciousness at the infinite edges of the soul.Just press "play" and you will subscribe to the song of the universe in your soul, sing "loud" and be willing to understand the lyrics by the will of your heart. You deserve it!:heart:

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Love for life is beyond sadness or happiness, it is the luck you meet so often that you can't forget it, it is the opportunity to thank for the good things you can learn and learn well for anything, it is the smile full of admiration in the unlimited limit of the only homage that you can bring to this life, happiness beyond a destiny and the quality to truly fulfill your mission.:heart:

In our silence, we should always be careful to follow the soul, not the thoughts, to love the person not the identity, to follow human nature and not the name or reputation, not to do ourselves justice and to recognize the way we want so much, so that all men are alike and good.

You see, thoughts are what scare us. They make us doubt people and their sincerity. They make us behave differently for fear that we might ever be hurt. Thoughts keep us on guard. It limits our senses, present and future and constantly brings us to the past as an undisputed experience or anxiety as a handy option.
If things are not exactly as we expected, or as they want to be, maybe we should keep a moment of silence and feel the difference between true intuition and beliefs, the difference between the projection of thoughts and the spiritual inspiration of the moment.
The reason of the mind can often put the soul to the test, the challenge does not even exist, perfection should not even be pursued, forgiveness should not judge, love should not take, if we want to understand why we are afraid, we will be wrong always, maybe even more than we expected, correcting everything in favor of the wisdom to learn.These are times when we do not have to seek or question the moral, the concept has been exterminated alone in time. morality lies within us.

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Silence is the beginning of life in pulse and overflow of redefinition and blessing of creation, a birth in its own rebirth, a divine caress, a waterfall of giving and grace, a guide in the simple, uncomplicated and unaltered source of the beginning of love through the first woven smile in care, warmth, tranquility, healing, refuge, a piece of heaven in which any storm can calm down, in which everyone is the being and the embrace of life in the silence of wisdom.

Hope becomes joy in the light of the ability to work, work: a long series of illusory methods from which we learn only once, learning - strangely, does not necessarily mean something, but pure wisdom.:heart:

Silence is the part of the story that will be written now with quick steps in the opportunity of all the possibilities of tomorrow in the mystery of the question "What will be?"But silence was killed yesterday and for that we don't need to talk to ourselves, we have to talk to everyone registered within an atom and not only.
Sheet by sheet, the days go by anyway, the window open in lilac perfume is history that is written yesterday, the future in the crumbs of the soul, beat in small wings of hummingbirds on the tops of the present, will write the serenity in the gentleness of words that will sweeten the silence of our souls .

With love,
Anca
(That's what I'm listening to, probably tomorrow and the next life)
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Anka

29th September 2020, 21:53

"Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows."Rainer Maria Rilke

Without subject there is no matter
Precisely because humanity often happens in unspoken moments.:flower:

The melancholy of a natural article means to write and read in the comfort zone, where we can rest, where we can dream in the dream of being gentle with ourselves and others.
We can dream about the most intimate and pure knowledge related to the depths of our being.
Today, the subject is missing. Thank God, the contemporary world overflows with topics in a noise in which, perhaps, sometimes we should not feel the need to be so heard, in times when it may no longer be necessary to shout louder than the world.

Sometimes we feel the need to make ourselves heard, and no matter how many stories we may have, melancholy can encompass them in one world, perhaps intriguing, perhaps playful, but expectations always imbue the autobiography of our feelings.
In the state of having no subject, we can wake up, in a magical, scriptural, reserve envelope where we tattoo feelings in the diary of our soul, the one that touches the sky with the palm when we breathe freely.

There is a seed of truth in any dream, everything is related to the seemingly inexorable passage of time, but we must take this as a form of beauty always, beauty can be combined with the will in everything that flows into everything around us.
It is important, in our privacy, to give ourselves enough time and attention to understand our situation inside us, because inside there is always more going on than outside.

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Even if we are named almost like in a children's fairy tale, star dust and dolls, we do not have to live in a certain place to meet ourselves.
Our comfort with ourselves, is a city of no localized time, in a no name world, between the world with closed eyes and the one with open eyes, the alternation makes a difference in a mirror perfectly coordinated in our inner peace that should to be like a placental sleep of children. No one and nothing can "break" such peace. The image of fragility in which we are each unique and alone, makes us often embark on the path of life without knowing anything about what will follow and this denotes the greatest courage, sometimes the greatest fulfillment. For human beings, uncertainty has become a living nature in the deepest intuition of things we have but do not know.

Our relationship with the rest of humanity is still important and perhaps even essential in these times, in every gesture or act we perform.
Somehow, in a world so full of people, loneliness was the spine of my life, in a connection where I could always be fair to everyone, so vital to me that I subscribe to the last hydrogen atom in the spiral of DNA time that I still have.

The road I started seems to me, improbably appropriate, like a premonition refrain, a path in a park suspended in the world, heading towards two sunrises in the constant sunset in which the evening is slowly leaving permanently one day.

Between infinite septillion of galaxies and stars in the universe, we have here, for us, a grain of sand, which we must value even at the level of our loneliness with nature, perhaps the fraction of time that costs us just a blink of an eye it can enlighten our entire universe in contrast to our atmosphere of existing through the infusion and implosion of love.

There is no stronger analogy than our own melancholy from which we can learn on our own.
Today is absolutely about you. Open the window in a revealed heart, interiority and vulnerability must be exposed, not covered.

I am a man and a soul who has almost learned to combine the divine with the human in his mission to bring more love, openness, truth, authenticity to this world. I am constantly growing and looking, always attentive to me and others, always with the people whose faces I am looking for, and looking for to be love every day, to speak with love, to look with love, to walk with love, to touch and to act with love. Sometimes I succeed less but my intention always remains guided by Love-Heart, in Truth, Authenticity, Joy and Light, everything I exist, I can offer.

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Thank you for being here and as nothing is accidental I invite you to explore your own soul, much deeper, always.:heart:

Anca

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Anka

5th October 2020, 01:02

The extension of my existence reminds me of you

If beyond the silence is the storm, then today I will step barefoot over the storm to capture the silence.
Let us make peace today in the silence of the world, and we will hear the answer to all her prayers and desires.
If by the very meaning of life we are convinced of the search for our own path, then between the comparison of a miracle and the clear sign that we exist and we each have a mission, then I believe that unleashing comes through working silence towards consciousness.

I am thirsty for the success of humanity to put the world in the shelter of thinking with the heart, from all the rivers of our souls, the sparkle of the water must bring out the depth of our true soul.
Now I know, the road to love narrows when we look at others from the height of the eagles in equal flight.
The gentleness of the heart is covered with pride, if the soul is not ready to receive its success with the modesty and grace of a flower… how simple it is, how humble we must be, how sensitive and vulnerable we must discover ourselves only for to receive the beauty of the soul we seek :flower:

If we manage to live at least for a few moments, life at the rank of art, then, every time, we learn to honor more and more the beauty of our own creation and the flowering of the soul.

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Don't you sometimes want to stop everything and suddenly find everything that can exist to be able to participate in a really wide energy that encourages the spiritual awakening of the world at the deserved level?
The passion to promote beautiful life, healing and spiritual well-being seems difficult to understand it through love, as a kind of visual art must be charged with the light of our connection with beauty, joy, wisdom, we must expose our eyes and courage to respond to life with passion to give no matter what happens. Passion is the architect of a persuasion of life.

We live close to increasingly unemphatic generations, the transformation we respond to, may have false targets, because thinking for an individual self to the detriment of humanity may be the responsibility of the wrongly promoted connection, and that really hurts.
Intuition is an art but also a good guide inside and outside the space in which we must expose ourselves, the risk does not exist as long as we keep the door open to energies that channel good deeds and feelings.

Love should not be a used concept but destined from the grace with which we win it in order to be able to offer it further, it results from beauty but it does not have a pattern, it is not a conquest area, on the contrary, it is a gift and the apparent loss of the feeling of control can be the beginning of freedom where beauty cannot be embraced in just one hug.:flower:
My words may at some point be a dissertation, a show that may be too exotic for reality, but inside each person, something really works towards a better life, it is something I can't exactly name or define, even in the vicinity of each individual, both at hand and everyone just needs to know what.

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On the stage of life, love is poetry, sensitivity catalyzes it, people are basically very vulnerable because in the end they will have to become extremely honest with themselves. Openness to others does not work if we do not open the windows of our soul for us in the first place.

I look at people and often when I talk to them I see all the flaws I have and all I can do is complete myself with others and even if sometimes it sounds like the only option, to learn human nature often it is completely impossible.
Relying on celebration or intense unconditional love, some people get scared because they have never met this, tolerance is the virtue of evolution and often we have to put others above our knowledge precisely for the individual beauty of each being!
When I meet unconditional love at the point of its manifestation, I am obliged to say: "Today I spoke with a love more than love, a golden law patronized by life" I am obliged to share this!:flower:

We must maybe learn how to "steal" the principle of existence to sustain and awaken life in the full story of light, wisdom, and devotion. This does not mean that we must put everything aside and become poets overnight, even if that would not be impossible, we must not defeat life as a struggle, we must maintain it as a merit already obtained.
I am an ordinary mortal, I am just a man with tons of feelings, provoking in large doses today, the steadfastness of the well-being of an entire humanity! The offer must be a balance and when we say that everything is possible in love it means that everything is possible!
I would happily “get drunk” every day in a charming and awake feeling of satisfaction and nothing can prepare me for this experience, except my patience, when people return to the origin of their soul.Follow the legacy you owe to this world:flower:

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I dance to a long-forgotten music, growing up where we all cried too much, relying on people's good hopes.
My invitation is to connect, my approach can only be pragmatic and results-oriented, my intervention lies in your desire to do things with more love and indulgence.
Prepare your luck in the company of your own actions to help those around you. Endure to love.

Love cannot be defined in a single formula because no one loves identically and acts of goodwill are so diverse that seriousness loves to be in the center of attention to this.
Our gifts must have many tasty ingredients and the adventure lies in choosing as many as possible in favor of others and it is not an easy job.
If to offer unconditional beauty, it can look like crazy wisdom and there are many people who are reluctant and absolutely hard to read, then
read in people's eyes in a single moment of madness in which we can find wisdom mirrored in their intimacy, an absolute way to read in their hopes and find hope in your reading.
Stay with your soul but take notes in the good hopes of others, apply to what you learn from others, prefer their style and language of communication, gather skills in having a substantial impact on your ability to truly help.
Improve, invest, connect and discover, there is always more.:flower:

Anca :heart:

Anka

6th October 2020, 19:13

Always Soul

"Write with your soul and reread with the soul of others!" Nicolae Iorga

Writing can be an opportunity for anyone, it can happen only once in a lifetime, for me it happened only once at the age of 43, when the epiphany of love moves every piece of the universe in the challenge of always creating something new.

I wait to write every time, as if I am waiting to taste a warm white bread, now I write in the middle of the storm, and at the slightest breeze, the power cables over 50 years old shake and take my electricity together with the inspiration of moment.

As if that wasn't enough, a smile over it challenges me to write faster and look at the object of the soul in the miles of incomprehensible universe, as I would like to be.
For the extremely difficult times that the world is going through, and for my ever-updated version of writing more and more but always insufficient, as if I were lost in an extremely wide current, just to be able to comprehend everything I would like or I can give, a friend, who always supported me in everything I did, tells me today, joking:

"I will have to prepare for you! In case we live and manage to reach the stone age "again", I will have to build enormous stone slabs, well polished and straight, to sharpen many special chisels for the stone, and to gather a lot of hammers, because you write too fast and too much, so I'll work for you! "
Of course it's the best joke this week, and all my previous inspiration has been replaced by another.
I admit that I am a little inclined to write "in writing", but in the most beautiful way I could say, in which writing heals me too.

Throughout the day, even though I have various activities, I have a whole table of topics and ideas in my mind and soul, some remain locked in my notebook from the inside of my soul and from the edge of my existence and I will never be able to write them because there are no words to describe it.

If I were a radio, I would break pieces of all my broadcast waves and scatter them in the farthest universe, where times gathered in the sky of a consciousness, form a permanent state of aggregation (for the lack of word), where smiles write with passion, in the storm of my good thoughts.:flower:

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My blank page urges me to drown in the space where joy and pain intertwine to think that I "know", to say that "I feel", for life to write freely in the answer "that's why".
I walk shyly through the being through which I write with my own existence, with steps of the universe, from the cultures of civilizations whose homeland is pierce through the heart…maybe if people would simplify this by personalizing with themselves and the-any world in a good way, everything would be easier, and surely there would be no need to write or say anything.

In a world full of pride, but in the miraculous balm of life, people still try life, even when the glass is too full, and every extra drop should strip the emptiness of their own pain and the line of the soul in the middle of events.
Because we are ephemeral children of this earth today, healing the adults within us tomorrow, and because the rope we cling to, stirs up any wound, because we try not to collapse when untruth suffocates us.

How many times have we been in the shadow of our expectations, behind our hopes, just to listen to the world? We are all here in billions of expectations, the noise of hopes shakes the universe.
We tremble very easily at any step, we are so fragile that when we step, our being is heard together with Nature, the sound of amazement and indifference, of pain and joy, of longing and thinking, of rising and falling embraces that step, of to one man for all mankind and to all mankind for one soul.

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An hour hanging from the universe in a single solar pendulum that shakes the world between heaven and earth, strings the rays of time between a fulcrum between the end and / or the beginning, directed towards everything and nothing, I am as we are all between there and here, between here and another no time, just writing.
The curtain of my soul has long fallen, because the show takes place outdoors, but I would like the smile of the writer's smile to be written today in complete undress, for such an eternal tomorrow in which we can all read the joy in the rays of all the sun’s of our soul’s.
I write here the impermissible of the greatest possible permission to recognize our soul, I write to bury the past of our unspoken words in due time, and to all be reborn someday in the words of the past tense of the future.

We should perhaps look between descriptive hopes drawn with colors of live after and beyond, redecorating the universe in the words of our feelings, laugh by laughing in joy in another big step towards the great unknown, feel the closeness taking over the rhythm of the dance of continuity, the young universe is here.:flower:

Explore your mind on the reverse of the soul medal, bet on the heart, continue the game in your favor, the truth is everyone's.

If you have not yet found your mission in this world, it is precisely because other worlds are looking for you to fulfill your mission; what if you're your own mission and there's nothing else to do but deal with being?
If tomorrow is eternal, always it means now, happiness has the face of your soul reborn today!
There is no time for the present time, and if now lasts an eternity, then the memory of the future will be a beautiful one.

Reprogram your time, the clock does not measure the future!:flower:

Anca :heart:

Anka

8th October 2020, 09:42

If people where a gift

Different worlds, similar people, similar souls, different destinies and the same life; there are people who look at you every day, and no matter how much you try to expose yourself, they fail to really see you, but I wonder what would happen to each other if we looked at each other with each other's eyes.
There are people who resonate feeling your joy, not knowing you but always offering you something beautiful. There are people who live loving totally, deeply and eternally with the sincerity of the truth discovered every day by just a handshake.

I often wonder what separates the smile displayed from the smile in the depths of our being, and although the answers are enough, it is never enough to understand the reason.

Life is all little or all at once.

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People do not face the future as seen, they walk with their backs like a oarsman he walks forward against the waves with difficulty and frames only the past.

I know we live in a world where we are already “doomed” if we show our feelings and we are almost not allowed to smile, but because of the importance of a child's innocence, we are still the ones who wonder why it can't be easier? A smile should basically be just a simple smile.
What is the difference between people who, when we fall, leave us and leave and between those who sit next to us, having the patience to get up and hug us, gathering all the shards of our existence into a whole again.

We can accept any truth no matter how overwhelming, but provided to replace everything, to have as much vitality as the hope with what has been replaced.
For years, a life in fact, to be able to think only of the last moments, is a torment for all people, in the end the thought of death does not help death at all, because for so long since he has been dying in the world, the living somehow has already gained the habit of part dying.

There are people for whom we mean a lot, in whose soul we exist only to make this difference, there are those who are really waiting for us to come, there are those for whom we mean Home.
There are those people who, if they didn't exist, we would always wonder where they are, but those people really do exist.:flower:

Non action as the first gesture in everything, is the beginning of wisdom, completely ignoring ignorance in the eyes of others.
I am also human and I have all the defects of others and yet a good part of them seem totally inadmissible to me even if I can forgive any challenge I have not yet encountered.
Deep reality it can be beyond words, distances, beyond perspectives, understanding the truth, the courage to love, beyond any inner struggles, beyond silence at the edge of any border in the universe, beyond us, beyond everything and totally all we have might know,
there really ARE people!

If there were no people, I would not be who I am today, knowing myself as I can find myself every day around billions of arms and eyes, vulnerable in the power of the soul that I recognize in any form of life.
People with experience, they exist, they sometimes have tears in their eyes and sun in their souls or vice versa, but they are here, waiting with me, counting every day eternity in every 50 seconds of awakening.
I wouldn't know about them if I didn't feel, I couldn't say anything if we didn't measure in endless hours the invaluable value of a second near people, a sufficiently supreme landmark around which we all revolve, forming the gravity of an entire destiny of humanity, a life in the same planetary place.

A place or a single moment for just..a dilated fullness in multiple differentiated feelings, an expression, wandering, full of content, systematized chaotically and wonderfully rebellious in thoughts, words, deeds, screams, joys fertilized by inner boiling and launched by outer agitation, an inner growth in a rich spiritual experience to fulfill Life fused with effervescence in life.
We all form a momentary sparkle on the portable "stave" of universal life, the orchestra sings, the echoes are heard, life remains in the cathedral of our souls.

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The sensational remains in the life lessons, learned in color and beauty, even if the answer of some empties us and abandons us from any hope…sometimes.
Our declaration for every being should bloom all the flowers of May in the diary of spiritual awakening, we must carry with longing in our souls as if longing existed only for this, our universe full of voluptuousness in the face of unconditional love collapses in raising others, life stories in smiles that have always lit bright lighthouse of virtue will write the history of every good deed, the first lesson is that everything is recorded.

If the universe had helped us to create ourselves from the bright meteor of the soul in storms with star dust, from celestial particles handcrafted with holy human grace, I would have wanted to be created from humanity, from its being in which life was inhabited from the beginning of reckoned time, from us where others will be for eternity, from us, a divine human mixture, from us water and fire, from us home and exile, from us with life and earth, from us with death before death treading towards our eternal rebirth!

"Only by a total devotion is the rush force born of itself!" Schiller:flower:

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We live in a world where the good emotion given forgets its usefulness as a gift and costs more than a tsunami. Intensity causes tension in a vital paroxysm in such a way that we often feel like we are dying for life, living life only to obtain death in the march of eternal honor, but even that seems to be drawn from an illusory musical film.
The celebration of a simple and sincere embrace, has become so expensive that we abdicate even in front of the image, failing to launch our first need for consolation and embracing the need of others for consolation.

If we look around and feel rich through our exhaustion in a seemingly artificially fabricated society from ambitions prior to self-destruction, and we divide the division of society against the current and for an apparent stubbornness to make things much easier, maybe, finally we are on the right track .
If you are a simple person who likes to give and receive equally and with the same pleasure, beyond any gifts, I think it is important that you give your soul from the grace of your goodwill.

Giving yourself as a soul, is the most beautiful and precious gift you can give to all those you love! It is a gift you make for their souls, a gift that cannot be bought with money, cannot be sold, cannot be pledged, a gift that will never lose its value on the stock market.

A moment of perfect soul, in the apparent imperfection of the courage to be happy to be able to offer with all our soul, blesses us with light beyond any external limitation, teaches us to weave with care and love, an oasis of peace for visitors of our soul for to become the emblem of giving every day.:heart:

Every day, give yourself, dear and beautiful soul, because your gift is the joy and light that guides others to them, to you, to the total and deep experience of life itself! There is always, somewhere, someone who needs your dedication!

Don’t make, but Be a gift to someone today!

:grouphug: Anca

Anka

10th October 2020, 23:21

A Life For A Lifetime (Chapter 1)

The meaning of life written several times in our soul, clings to a boundless expectation and simple courage. The story can be simple, the message complex and the emotion enormous but in a wonderful coexistence with the uncertainty of the moments, when everything happens for a reason, something that belongs to time will expose the true meaning because sometimes we inevitably miss some important details of our choice. We should never confuse the path with meaning and life, being four separate and different things if we also calculate time.

Planetary emotions revolve around important chapters in our lives in a summary of energy, perceived for a reason of behaving like a magnet and justifying the need for motivation exuding into a complex phenomenon, destined for the fascinating importance of human feelings.
Between the dawn of a myth and the significance of the journey, say "welcome" to the moment, be present at your every birth now, because many will follow, be prepared to hear the voice of your soul through the barometer specifically called "life".

If I wanted to describe life as a diary, metaphor, memory, symbol, destiny, I would go in tandem with all my expectations, but sometimes I can't fully comprehend them, not because there are many, but because they are too big. All I have to do is to be the narrative of what I represent, it seems the closest expectation at hand, but always what I feel is a much greater challenge than what I can provoke in writing, somehow, inspiration takes its side only for her.

Escaping in the history of our lives, the wait seems bearable and if we manage to remember only good moments, the feeling of stillness takes dynamism and animosity in what was a battle front or a waiting platform. Waiting on the platform of life to take the train to the unknown, passion and emotion merge constantly and we can only endure them through the stillness of the wisdom to wait, between passion that as expression derives from suffering, patience, passivity, and emotion, which can it means reaction, movement, transfer, it is good to always choose change.

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A life of pure waiting inspires the quality of always saying "Maybe" ...
-maybe we need to be prepared to wait as long as necessary, and maybe we need to be prepared to really expect anything.
-maybe we shouldn't count days and count time, while maybe we shouldn't forget that any expectation can be very temporary even if it lasts a lifetime or more.
-maybe we must dare to hope for ourselves, in a direction obtained by us, blessed by the whole that belongs to us.
-maybe we go ahead for the love of life or because we have no choice, but in a song without beginning and without end, it is obvious that we are almost stubborn to keep the song to its rhythm and tone, in a concert of time covered by the silence of the universe, an incredible expectation in the review of an apparent balance, as well as an unknown user manual. A kind of exercise on our own, almost impossible.

Expectations mature us, sometimes they sow our patience somewhere far from our impatience, and by adapting life unexpectedly, we find ourselves faced with the fulfilled fact that we realize that no power is so great that it cannot love something, anything.

A state of transit always returns to thoughts in an occupied intimacy of the heart.

A kind of separation, implicitly through the wonderful inner truth, brings us closer to the reunion of the reality reopened over some hieroglyphs resulting from existence, but it is not possible to have both states simultaneously, I also tried a kind premonitory intra-transient inner-extra transit of life, and it's as if I've fallen into a greater transit vacuum, a vacuum I can get lost in if I throw myself off this particularly step.

From this I learned that although we look up at the sky and always hope with our eyes up, gravity is more, and somehow our first connection to life anywhere. So if we are still used to counting non-existent time, then maybe today we can choose 365 valuable opportunities for creating a new song in the vibration of life, a second to enlarge the force of will, it is not a duty or something imposed with persuasion, it should be pure pleasure, just as the universe may stand still for the same necessary time for our choice.

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Between reason and feeling, always in the conviction of a fulfillment, the truth shares life in honor, we just have to be able to see where the storm builds steadily and passionately the brightness of the most distant lands of hope.

The age at which everything seems possible should be the age of life, without saying a word, I would mention, that at this age we enjoy all the opportunities of life, we can be sad or happy, we can dream or hope, we can be proud and strong or we can make as many mistakes as we want to repair them later, we can be talented or we can perform in passions, we can balance any adventure or be mature or stay children forever, it seems pretty easy but never knowing that
we are not really prepared enough to do that :flower:

Indeed, no one can confiscate our dreams, and you do not have to work to fulfill them, as long as you can recognize them at your fingertips. Because we manage to forget very often and very much, the notes also do not help much, we lose details so small that time can not reveal them.

"Try and dream the dream" seems unreal? From what reality does this seem to us? In the rhetoric of which notions and from which position we are prepared to decide what is real and what is not real, as long as we cannot prove where we are, who we are and the importance.
Revenge on life lets you accept or deny anything, that's all beauty, but among the billions of possibilities to understand something, the most successful seems the choice that transforms even when you choose not to choose, because as long as you do not choose, everything is already previously possible, and this could be an opportunity not necessarily viable for absolutely no purpose, but real.

At this moment, contradictory to any other, we can predict everything but we fail to understand it, we know every role but we can never define it, we feel the premonitory attraction of all times but history confuses them, we can talk about any success in any probability but we'll never know what can really happen in five minutes. Isn't it wonderful?:sun:

I trust in the equal right of life with relativity, and positivity can be a target state in experimental or behavioral sequences, but above all expression is the success of life to say:
"I am not 'important', but my school of development is, an undeniable asset in the spectrum of information quality in the extended light of each event."
Meanwhile, we are absolutely free to calibrate any relationship with life, absolutely permissible, in affectivity, reference, emotion or motivation, acceptability itself can be a catalyst in the background.

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We are here, all expressing life,
in our pre-update and post-response to succeed performance, prevent or regain the state of being, to determine and stimulate the (non) linear equivalence, we operate in the loop current by comparison, our satisfaction can be in the congruence feedback, but the standard in optimal indoor units starts where no adjustments are needed.

I, being a human being without heirs, know that I will reach the moment when I will no longer feel the sweetness of the cake and no one will be near me with colored balloons in his hand and a wide smile, no one will blow into my candles from the top of the cake when I can no longer succeed.
This is not sad, and I have the courage to say that each of us lives long enough, even if for some life is harder than non-being, not to be afraid that we will not live long enough not to understand even in the last moment how long we all had at our disposal! Complementary and not necessarily contradictory, life passes so quickly precisely because we have too much time at our disposal.

With a paper soul I would write life in many colors that the soul's eyes perceive in the waves beyond time, I would cherish every moment for the heart of every being, I would endure infinity for the good flight of everyone's good conscience, I would strengthen the faith of human nature for the little but great supreme merit of living, I would admire the joy of people in the measure of its excellent value, I would weigh the spiritual authenticity of people in a dictionary of anagrams as abbreviations of the role of life, just to facilitate their spiritual transit. The color of electrum completes the writing of the heart in the biorhythm of life, if I were to write as I breathe, it would still not be enough, so I wish I could write with life itself instead.

With love,
Anca

"Nightsky" by Tracey Chattaway(5:19)

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Anka

12th October 2020, 00:43

A Life for a lifetime( Chapter 2)

Beyond any story, the significance of a miracle compares and capitalizes on the response of our consciousness in a prayer accompanied by the deeds of life.
From the feminine dimension that consumes my receptivity, precisely because the earth must be welcoming for any value, the parable of the dimensionality of life can be like a kind of seed that must always fall on a receptive and fertile available ground.

Whatever the outcome of consuming the fertile event of life, our relationship with the totalized component of this amazing miracle cannot be compartmentalized.
Individually belonging structures us, builds us an idiom almost cultured successively in circumscribed visions of lives in the apparently complementary exegesis of a continuity. In short, "This is life" metaphorically experiencing a bottomless hourglass in the compliment of the same poetic "star dust".

The question has always been, "Why would you stay in such a state? Being a relatively personal decision, you can't say in a dual way, 'Leave or don't leave' without taking into account that it may not be a coincidence that we are in this place, the intermediate account may also be of assuming the meaning correctly.
Personally, I think that being in a place and in a language can be a destiny and not a contingency but in the totality of a homogeneous composition with the contribution of "being", accidentally combined beautifully with the ability to do.
However, the certainty that we are the ones who have the right judgment is perhaps somewhat risky, but also in the trance of always invoking doubts or other options is not a good choice.

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I have seldom met people who begin the phrase with the word "Maybe";
paradoxically, a perfect intuition in discernment must have the grace and elegance to say that we do not have the "ultimate certainty of the absolute" between the definition of a faith, the paradox of a belief and reflective trust, we must practice the art of happiness in accepting any possibility. .

Stylistics lies in taking our freedom par excellence in concrete circumstances, we must be informed in current matters but the field of expertise counts in adding useful value to life.
I think we have to have some kind of "world wear" enough to be usable in the relationship between advisor and advised with ourselves, the consultation can even overcome the experience vacuum, the relationship must be under a perfectly beautiful pragmatic status.
Anthropologically speaking, we are all always looking for references that generate hope, to coagulate actions, but we all have the essential human qualities. For me it is a kind of melancholy.

If we take life as a speech, depending on the perspective, the first thing that comes to mind is the position of librarian (very familiar and handy for any situation) ;cognitive challenge unites all bridges to any small and beautiful reality.
But in a kind of societal segregation, and an inadequacy to overcome some boundaries made by the rhythm and form of life,
availability is added to the talent to behave naturally among all the options employed by capitalizing on the authenticity of the ego withdrawal argument.

If it were day and night at the same time, the left would throw us into battle shouting "Fight!" And the right would shout in front of the battle battalion "Retreat"
...and we can no longer recognize white versus black or vice versa,
how childish could a "surrender" be? :flower:

Arbitrating self-reality in an inheritance dialogue can be debatable because by usurping an inheritance we can lose it and at the same time without it, we can be poor, somewhere in the middle it can be, a legitimate possession of our soul. :heart:

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After all, life should be restful, to a sufficiently clear question, and in the formula of any kind of future,
in a peaceful dimension of filiality (as individual affiliation)
for a partial recognition of the (natural) authority of life, our placement in front of this authority (not as an injustice but on the contrary of belonging) can be used with its own capital meaning for creation, it is a good exercise of choice precisely because it is free, but in a true bill according to its own spiritual dimension of legitimacy.

Anca :heart:

Anka

13th October 2020, 12:45

“Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you”:flower:

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A Life for a lifetime( Ch 3.)

Life after survival determines our historical role as a race on this territory called earth, and after prominent epochs of survival that forced man to live in the background of facts and events, life has fulfilled history in a kind of narrative of a story, and now the definition of inhabitant of the planet also implies progress in the nature of facts and events in our condition of hunters and warriors, in the conquest of outer space, where everything becomes truly cosmic for any gram of science. So, we may have to think more.:flower:

And some would ask, "So how did we get here?" If, I would avoid ignorance, I would answer only for myself in a succinctly sad irony: "favoritism" while others would say: "we drowned in our own destiny", but also, nothing is not necessarily true.
Perhaps a small piece of truth would be that between the instinct to fight or revenge, regardless of reward, and to bring justice to the catalytic and revolutionary world of our being, docility in the supremacy of decency to honor wisdom should bring by design, justice through every thread of life.

The danger or reward offered in the field of a fight or travel is divided in two as far as we are concerned: what we have and what we can.
The people of a planet should be the ones who submit to meet the true needs of others in a healthy and harmonious way, for an ideal that can exceed the basic requirements of just survival, but in accordance with the contribution of all in the absence of a leader.
In my opinion, being random on both sides of it-leadership does not save, it divides; and from this we learn nothing more from it than to separate from one another.
The feeling of belonging to life should not be on a list of choices, the civilization of a planet should be a simple term, not a false or pretentiously divided one.

We have learned to be territorial, whole epochs of turmoil and sacrifice; maybe the time will come when our territory will be protected by the very consecration of our existence here peaceful.
We can admire more other con-foreign civilizations with the greatest respect, but in ourselves imitation can be useless and even wrong placed.
The functionality of human nature is so natural and possible in all ways, but the real and hard work in favor of the true evolution satisfactory for all, can only be done through solidarity and common effort, maybe that's why we are here now.
No snowflake in an avalanche ever feel responsible(Voltaire) because no snowflake ever falls in the wrong place. :flower:

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When we ask a child, "What do you want to do when you grow up?" the answer differs, the options come later and destiny varies.
In our world of children, the answer still resonates with change, maturation or awakening, and this is a kind of goal that supports the evolution over time, so courage is always in our nature in the circuit of survival.

To the question, "What is life to us?" Something will always answer before we choose the answer. Apart from the debt we have, apart from all the answers we have conquered and deserved, we are protected in the same way as the grass is for the earth, the birds for the sky and the fish for the water.
“What is life in the role of life?” The reflection helps us to get out of the role of life in its contemplation seen from outside it, in the implication of the inner content.
You cannot explain the phenomenon of life by anti-words or even by definitions.
The definitions rushed from an unknown position, distort our energy content of truth.

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Life is still the only fortune of all, the translators of everyone's feelings are still us and the meaning lives somewhere in its title.
As for my duty, I can say that the art of the word, it is the most insignificant part of my profession as a human being, while we should maybe not walk after and for the coronation of the mind hidden in the world but after the opening of the heart destined for the sun, form is the soulful case of feeling the heart, a perfection that will always attract the wonderful, mysterious and revealed content in the very form of life for a whole infinite life.

Between two lines, in front of events, or billions of silence in front of facts, the idea of life is a very simple state in fact. We waste all our energy on a single sheet of paper, in a geometric plane of manifestations, but in fact the energy is written in another space. Therefore, I personally prefer metaphorical transcendence from a periodicity of predominantly clear continuous relational flow.
It puts my me to work in favor of opening my heart to a whole world. Despite the realities, not as a preference, but as experience, I always say freely that spatiality cannot be drawn on a paper, it is as if I were drawing an atomic particle still calling it an atom, while it exists everywhere.
The energies are life, they are alive, they are everywhere, they are between me and you, they are inscribed in the cosmo-spatial receptivity of what we now call so beautiful the universe, and even if it is said that perfection has nothing to do with art, however, somewhere in the soul base, we know the language of life 20 times and we always perfect it 7 times from a perpetual reflex.

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We must, by choice, learn how to take from life only as much as we need to propagate it in the vitality of its importance further, the quantum offers, awaken, postpones, certifies but does not forgive.
Unfortunately, among many others, perfection does not attract attention, except in known procedural allure.
The talents to understand life are extremely many, and each epoch assures them as if its specific kind of affective talent itself, we are always behind with the opinion about life, because we are busy with its transit, we are not even at its end of where we can take it from the beginning, but also not at the beginning of the phase in which we have the option to make some commitments. It's possibly terrifying, but overall beautiful.:heart:
When we say that it is not good to look at the past, we look then at the future, in the middle it is always too complicated and simple, because it involves a certain responsibility.
Apart from the idea of life, however, human beings are face to face with the material subject itself; the phenomenon of life exists in absolutely everything we can know or not; self-discovery is an occasion for celebration but must always be born for the benefit of propagation because at the birth of awakening, we must not confuse the assistance of birth, with the event of the miracle of life which is fundamentally different revealed.

The labyrinth of life can sometimes turn obstacles into opportunities and positive communication, so, we can, make a difference, we still have emotional freedom and a good opportunity to live authentically.
We have self-esteem through respect for others, not as a theory of daily challenge, but as a dance of connection in the natural attitude of love, we are aware of the spiritual bridge, and even if apparently the world seems to sell thoughts , images, words and a life, human potential is an education of a dream that once became a harmonious reality in the chance of an eternal beginning of the future.

I am just a human being who plants trees, the synchronicity in the Cartesian-Newtonian world workshop, offers us the fantastic cinematic occurrence interconnected by the world far from it, of the play generically called Life.

By day illuminating my darkness in a shadow on earth and by night darkening my light supporting the idea of life in the cosmos,

Take care!

Cu dragoste si dedicatie,
semnez cu aceeasi Anca:heart:

Anka

23rd October 2020, 20:28

The world sings!! :flower:

Can you imagine what your life would look like without music? For most of us, living without all those wonderful songs and compositions is simply unimaginable. In fact, to almost all of us, music is a central element of life. Just like a good soundtrack accompanies a wonderful movie, music accompanies you throughout your entire life. During the ups and downs of life, there will always be those masterpieces that fully describe what you’re feeling at the present moment. There is music that lifts you up when you’re sad and music that keeps you going despite all the difficulties. :heart:

Celebrate the power of music, it’s therapy for the soul, experience the wonderful and beautiful articulate life-changing benefits of music.
Sing your song for all of us!

“Where words leave off, music begins.” Heinrich Heine

“Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart..”Pablo Casals

(A personal note)

(I say hello music!
I dedicate the moment of the presence of the spirit in sublime treasures of truth in the power of love of life and source of blessing from the grace of light and word of fulfillment, fulfilling our dreams in everything about this Earth and Universe for the prosperity of the human species on this Earth and implicitly through Universe!

In the sphere of the influence of being one of the living beings of this planet, and I have all the vital functions in order and the human senses unaffected, given the world situation of all those people who have one least suffering, I dedicate all my care today, from my human spirit grains, to the millions of people who can't speak or hear, for their future to show how much they can feel in return!

These days have been stormy for me, but I understand that any sandstorm must be strongly experienced, and by virtue of my responsibility to exist, I think given the fact that almost everything comes down to experience in variable living conditions, as I get older, I will become maybe a very good manager of this experience.
I am writing in the source of this flow, because this is one of my ways of praying for people's conscience, and for their health. I know that my prayer is far too small, infinitely microscopic in proportion to all problems, but maybe sometimes I can "catch" a wider wave of good intentions, where the spark of life from my intention to go on.

I wrote for a while, and I will continue to write in the quantum of the notion of life, until I make it harder or easier as a notion, deeper or more external than ever or both simultaneously or not at all.
I've often heard, "I can't smile when my soul is bleeding," I'd add that I can't write out of a fog either.

It is my responsibility, so I will deal more deeply with the idea of somehow finally capitalizing on this experience.
A friend said yesterday that Life it is just an experience, nothing more, so maybe we should make it count in a value directly proportional to the reason of the heart always.)

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Eurhythmy of life
(prose)

If all feelings were sound, we could certainly manage sound and harmonize life differently so that it sounds in accordance with the priority of the largest space in the core of the heart of the Universe.
Listen to the music of life when life listens to you.
Wandering through the clouds of a mind, maybe I miss my wings.
I am post writing after experimenting, the epistle of a character to a time connected with links, liquid memories and a dream of naming Life in written "burning" fireflies.

An eternity in three miracles, one smile and one sign, shows our face here of earthlings born to inherit this planet with honor.
In four verses from four corners of the universe, we are with roots rooted in the sky, while our leaves that fall to the ground leave traces of the most precious minerals.
Above nature, above the sacred, is music, a galaxy in the ethereal quake, a song in the chorus of the universe, a whole musical plea sings for life, do you hear it?:flower:

We, in the offing, and so often, in these times that change a panorama with an abstract landscape and draw new paths, knowing or not knowing, loving the route, the eternal meets us in a unique wonder in a kind of ever same new Life refrain.
The light is the Mountain, salvation is the call, listen to the divine sweetness, the gentle answer, choose your star that grows in everything, from the depths of the being that you are All.
I feel as if lyrically, “I am” an infinite little drop born in the prayer of awakening the consciousness of the human race, which I put in the next wave to prevent, when time passes, in the wisdom of the flight of pigeons, they will show the step-less ladder of the nectar of peace.

Immaculate crystal columns keep the petal of the world bright open in the sun-receiving flower of a corner of the solarium field in this Universe, every pure ray of sunshine reserves optimism in the window of our heart everywhere, put your left hand on your heart, feel the music that opens the door to the sun's rays, you are born of them.
There, where we will know that the sky is at home and when we have a heart in the chest that beats hard in deep knowledge, when the labyrinth is the space in the infinite columns, bathed in the golden sun and we spent one night in the blue sky of one day, we are solemn great human hearts in force and strength, no one can take our growth!

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A map-less sand time, seeps through a harp that sings its scales. We are oaks with archangel wings and a chest full of grace naked in blind bullets, maybe there is no difference between life and death that matters in the face of true bullets, we can weigh every bullet in the edge of consciousness.
With mystical eyes like an eagle, with a heart in full song inheritance and with the thought in love, let us never forget in the future now, that what descends from heaven to heaven rises back.
Keep the roots, release the flight, center the harmony in the song of the race you live, strongly support the enchantment of life in the gravity of love.:heart:
Like music, we can be absolutely anything, the manifestation in the alphabet of the soul is music and color. You don't have to sculpt it to see that you can hear it, or to feel that you can develop it. Keep the memory of the step by the very wish to stopping on your planet, reflect in the shard of the universe that was left in your palm, listen to the music of all the planets and learn in the symphony of the choices that guided you here.

You can't run from the eternity of love, you can build an ash city against it, you can burn all your resistance from the bricks of your soul in galaxy-heated furnaces, but you won't get rid of the key to the eternity of love tied around your neck with strings of pearls of time.
You will stay here, in the virginity of life, with the soles clinging to your city, white teardrop flowers will bloom in your eyes while a rain of kisses of shining stars will fall over the built temple of your multiple souls.

In the morning of a series of mornings, when the night forgets the time in a frugal sunrise, you will be just you and with hot tea of fresh plants and chocolate cakes, you will remain motionless in an untouched love, you will gather storms of thoughts in heart stone, in seconds of tea steam, the future will guess the past in a readjustment, you will be reborn in the clothing of a white lily of eternity.
Maybe we will learn to fall while praying in the emotion of the melody, the rhythm of life, the enchantment and the miracle of your one soul from many, before we look for it, we may listen to its song, touching our heart with a drop of eternity ... we all deserve it!
Listen to the ballad that opens the way in a clean drop of retrieval, wandering in the wave of musical notes, relativity in the phonetics of life that identifies the timbre of your own song.

Contemplate and touch the spirit by touching the beyond that sings constantly, whenever it is needed, reach out and touch the self. Maybe Life serves the flow, opens the amplitude in multiples of the soul, receives the individuality in many living hypotheses simultaneously, relates to the light recognizing the perception of the settled, unmistakable and fundamental original sound of the interval.
In the future of late evenings, when the star within us opens a gate of white light, we join as beings with one gram of fates in the earthly race, when we join in the unchained dance between mystery, moment zero, and creation, when the candor of our souls it will appear as a bouquet of vibrations in the cosmic splendor of the sublime universe within us, then the music of the spheres will primarily sow the metaphor of the universe, for us, to be everywhere.

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When your heart hums a single song, sometimes, often, or ... all the time, when you listen to the song of the universe, extremely loud and strong harmonious, when you begin to coordinate the beginning of your movement in connections from deep and motionless seduction of infinity,
… feel your magnetosphere identity, occupy the ineffable in the universe, feel the proportion with the vicinity of your axis path, dislocate time, transpose the remnant radiation of sound, participate in the orchestra of a galaxy choir, listen to the great birth of the universe in billions of simultaneously multiplied choruses with billions of "here's" over the multitude of geocentric relationships and volitional concentric “logi-times”.

There are several badges on the stand of the musical alphabet of the soul, giving a single song in the “sono-morphy” of the similarity of creation,
a single orbit in the unbroken ancestral diagram, a single soul, loads the weight of a single entire fraction into the sensitive note of the melodic vibration of balance in multiple universes.
In the vibration of the music of light, that harmonizes in the pendulum of the passage of space, the voice of our soul has the same intensity and is preceding the undulating beauty of the vision of the audible interval.

In the sphere of space between us and the octave of the field we occupy, we ourselves are the music that germinates in the subtle and profound symphony of life. We can manifest the higher consciousness by awakening a song, in us for us, this meaning everything.

The suffering written on empty sands washed by water and the joy shouted on the mountain tops, will give birth to the innocence of the most beautiful song, which we hear but we must listen to it more deeply.
Life, her rhythm teaches us to sing with her, her will, go by itself on the keys of virtue destinations in truth.
Resonate with the deepest paradise of your soul, prepare the fascination in the rhyme of life, an instrument at hand, hum the song of your spiritual freedom, and even if you miss the wings, and you have crossed too many paths that the longing for love has lost, arouse the instinct in one thought of the heart as wisely as possible and you will discover that the poetic speech of the soul is in fact a song!:flower:

In the semitone of the musical piece of life, frequency locates, but can also transcend, its musical expressiveness always amplifies, never decreases, intervals do not separate, do not border the nature of the human interior, only the quality of haste with which we fail to harmonize always.
An emotional song ends or begins many times in the quarter of life. In the most famous epic sound is the vocation for love that encompasses everything, we being witnesses of the search for truth, we become maybe a little like saints in an attempt to interpret the innovation of life, but life beyond life with life from life walking, is a specially price and an entrance ticket almost hardly paid.

When music counts, life presupposes, when life calculates, music is a miraculous chaos.:flower:
If you cultivate expressiveness in human innocence, in joy and hope as ever a status, in passion through becoming in Life-love again, if you are the wonderful example of the symbol of life in all the hearts of the worlds, if your secret is the mission itself everywhere, if you can make a gift from the song of your soul smile, listen, I, a grain of soul, I have been singing with you for a long time in the middle of the natural range beyond the beautiful Coma of life design.

Anca :heart:

:sun: If dedicating the "event of life" in favor of a better future seems somehow too complicated to be able to encompass Everything, you can buy me a coffee and we can talk about it until the future never ends! :happy dog:
Because I hear people singing from all over the world ... listen to them, it sounds cool!
Come on! kick the rhythm of the song. Love! Sing!
I love you human being wherever you are, you are in my small and capacious heart!

Just One :heart:

Anka

25th October 2020, 00:28

"I was right here today, just far away"
My dedication today to all living things is a prayer: "Stay here!":heart:

Stringing the daisies of the heart on a secular ray up to the stars, I would like our good intentions to replace time, to measure life, to write by hand in the dream of deep waters and in the shadow of gray cliffs, the wisest teachings for these times!
I would like our gaze to look through the light of two white sea lighthouses, to see the glitter of silver that reigns without limits in the ocean dream of our soul mirrored in the luster of the starry universe.

On our shoulders of human beings press the sweet, gentle, tender, slow eternity, on her enchanted golden throne, "we".., we wear the tiara of stars of all times, on our necks hangs the ancestral pendant of our being, our homeland is a spark of the word, our faith is itself. The smile of mankind - the seed of truth, our single eye - the icon of the white universe, our soul - wings in the sphere of light, our heart - weighs and costs one pound of our awakening - an encoded exchange value :heart:

Speech in these times, for mankind must be a treasure, in the depths of the soul as an inheritance poured over a rare stone.
It should be a continual fire burning in the good spirit of mankind, it should have the courage to tread with the bright sleep of life over the candlestick of death.

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Our speech to other people should have the taste of warm bread, the pleasant breeze of the wind, the swaying of the eternal forests in the moonlight, consciousness waves lost in the voyages of knowledge gained in seaports of lost time.
Our speech must spring wisely from the history of celestial single sign words, when, speech itself it will have founded the vibration of truth, eternity should speak in grace through the warmth of our voice, when we speak, we must raise the good manners to keep the intensity of virtue at the level to the holy song of life, we should weigh our words over, through and beyond the hearth of the planet that blesses us.

We should be careful at all times how we release the clairvoyance of speech.
Maybe we should prepare it somehow before it happens as a good foray into the near future, because there are no re-viewable security measures in the face of good vital information.
Despite all the global turmoil, we should still remain animated in the light of an extra effort to communicate openly, honestly, in a tone of loving vibration.:flower:
We should have the colors of Nature on our skin, the voice of springs and wind, to fall asleep in the balance of life just to be able to reborn the planet further and further.

When you go through all the seasons of other states or locations, you, the incurable realistic dreamer, make a permanence, and in the clarity of your human heart, grab the others by the hand, building the genius of the permanent connection at the race level. :bearhug:

Words that burn beautifully in you, let them make room for future revelations, turn on the light from you in others soul, value, cherish, sustain and always unconditionally accommodate the quality of your senses together with others.

The future century "quadripartite" should be release through the voice of the people in prime born unison life, the sign of the field of connection that inspires the culmination of a different history horizon. Do not wait for change, come forward, you have the courage to face change, change will face you anyway ...don't make it a question, fill it as an answer.

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The most precious value is what we gather in our hearts, what we give in the hearts of others, what we build for those around us.
Giving, our presence as attentive human beings in activating life through the supreme human spirit we have, we will have to watch carefully not to lose sight of becoming.

On our planet, the stones speak, the springs sing, the flowers color the mystical call, the forests whisper eternity, the ocean caresses all energy, and we human beings should have an untainted heart for the love of nature, the source of not any information always descends into a pure heart.
The unique and living seed, from the garden of the golden scriptural days, among the waterfalls of galaxies, carols a sea of sweet and serene dreams in which endless oceans of stars, will pass over our foreheads like a mountain with three seals of light, we will build secular words from the clouds long before first last "Eres", only to bathe us all in deciphering the song of eternity, the prophecy of the awakening and the destiny of cosmic love.

The self-portrait of man in time, began where we sowed forests with Nature, where we measured with steps the edges of many roads, where we crossed many blizzards and built many walls in the rain, where we burned all the chains and counted all the grains of sand of the earth...maybe, we all know each other :flower:

The journey of each of us should go with the shadow of every citizen of this planet, cherishing the freedom of life as a kind of epitome of the course of life in the face of death and death in the face of birth, but always keep the human soul evidence close to you.

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We live in difficult times in which, in the twilight of thoughts, we all carry from birth, the mourning of this world.
If you say "man" you mean "wandering", if you say human spirit, time is suspended when the looks at the sky are recorded but not dated.
At the edge of the vast and arid desert of consciousness we will always remember sooner or later what is written on the badge to the right of our heart.

In the whole tavern artificially created by a wrong evolution, silence is placed on the antipodes of life, when life inside it is less localize than the nothingness of great infinity. We must move away consciousness from time that always serves us as a temporal prototype of an incessant active suspension.
In the longing for the absolute there is the purity of a vague, which must cure us of the comments of a mind in vogue active finality, and if the perplexity of the universe speaks the vital imperceptible to us, then with our life as key we must define the indescribable today because tomorrow is already written.
Remain in solidarity with the unseen soul of an entire race of human beings, tell the story of the world as part of it, rent this experience, make it matter everywhere where Humanity really is our universe.

:heart:
Anca

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Anka

26th October 2020, 03:34

I dedicate the moment today to all the communities around the world that bring a drop of good flow in this world.
For me and I think for others, an extremely simple good gesture, at the right time generates the sum of all human goodness, in the presence of a complete sense of security.

I heard this today: "Don't take life lightly, make it easy before you take it."..I say nothing.
On the flag of this planet is written Union, the melody of the colors of nature sings a single hymn in every cell of our body, any community is made of people, some we know well, some we trust, some, we value, some we doubt, some we love, some come to light in difficult times taking their duty so seriously that they become completely invisible, others fail to emerge from the shadows.

But in the end we are all people, not color, not robots, not religion, not passports, people.
In an imperfect, unfinished, unpredictable, dangerous world we must maybe discover the people who are bound only by heart to this earthly civilization.
Even if we are always in a reorganization, and we are always busy with something in which society confuses us, somehow we will always manage to relate, to fix many mistakes, to realign the spirit. We are always someone's "someone", and if not, we are a cell away from the rest of the world, we breathe with billions of hearts, some are present others are absent, but we are, here with us all, human.

We can't look for love, since love grows spontaneously looking for our souls alone through emotion, color, effort, dedication and discipline she grow on its own.
It is unfortunate that we do not have a more precise word than "love" to describe the experience of the sacred. The term probably has a long history in the universe and the meaning goes beyond its very culture.
Coincidentally, the quality of his wonderfully overwhelming chaotic flow, in its real very rich strong significant role it refers to the experience of the sacred and is therefore related to the ideas of being, meaning and truth.

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In front of two time limits, in the foreground, it is heard full of steam, always going, the locomotive of life to the destination of an inner time, broken from the 12th hour of strength in the life heritage of the last station.

Before reaching the station without a destination, tell me the secret of the world, because I cry anyway in the happiness of the meaning of love in the form of friendship.
The meaning of love begins late because it must be true in the talent of giving, the first kiss of life is clumsy and almost without consequences the second should be a culture, and the rest a memory.

I prefer to look ahead, predestined is the shadow of the one who walks without heavy traces; in the elegy of the beauty of interior stylistics we can always realize the vocation of the step of life. Contemplation is needed in a crisis of time in the ideal beginning of inner awakening anchored in the text of the exterior of manifestation as a portrait in this world, we and our shadows will meet someday rejuvenated in the age of beginnings and ends and we will be happy.

I state post a prior the right to time to dissolve. A small conclusion in the absence of time would be that we obviously draw from the tradition of making light to seem like a tireless interview with life. Our originality and message call us, humans in the light that surrounds us, we, humans, have the right to say something authentic from the heart through the heart even about ourselves.

At the end of our feelings, a hand under the ground and a look above the sky, we can take nothing with us, but we can leave the imprint of love on Nature that does not know how to forget and of humanity that will learn someday from nature of its origin.
Nature in us together with our soul is protected, we are the voice of pure snow in the power of the sun's rays, the ocean molecules endure the flames of Nature's creation, under the sky united with the sea, dandelion symbols in great flight, they shine through the snow of star dust , we might confuse the terrestrial with an endless cosmos of the “soul-sphere”

As for human nature in all the metaphor of the creation of life, I had many and quite rare examples in this almost personal living picture, but my only homage is to remember them always as an ephemeral presence. In the world of worlds of inner gestures, there really is , many benevolent gestures that can never be paid.
The writer is almost like a soldier, he has no project in his personal life, the profession is endowed, and because it is very difficult to translate into concept something that has no notional character, as if the writing already projected cannot be achieved otherwise except by the sense of reading, the whole field of creation cannot be fully reached.
So here I am in a world without a whole vocabulary, divided into floors of language and gestures, syllabifying the monotony of a beautiful life, speaking in to, as we all, a kind of soul nature of language, the visionary metaphorical meaning is almost unmistakable if we can differentiate between matter and its meaning .

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In the myth of life everything is remediable, values appear gradually, we all have five fingers to greet this wonderful odyssey that happens to us because it must be written in the idea of continuity of generations.:flower:

They are special people in all parts of the world, an academy of good souls should be established, I write in the language of many who write, on the occasion of the exchange of ideas, I write because I care because others care and write, it would be nice to we gather a single spiritual emulation for the benefit of mankind, values always communicate.

An eternal world voice with an human aura is shown to us in the homeland of the garden of our heart, sings in the rhythm of silence between the clouds, because clouds are not keys and stars are only windows enlightened but the round air lives in us all.

We are suspended in the air, the curtain of stars is beautiful, we are here, alive, whole in miracle and wonder of beauty.
A truth of green and blue, descends from the world's altar of fish and birds, waters and mountain rocks shine in the longing of the universe, a rainbow of auroras forms entire galaxies in a single cell,
from the falling leaf to its shadow with the earth, we count a double life in snow flowers in the snow of our soul when big birds flying in steel above a sky that counts no time, will open the cycle of eternal life.

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Test your ability to love; strengthens, ennobles and enriches the soul.
Love is patient, it is full of goodness; love does not envy, love does not boast,
love has no anger, love rejoices in the truth, it hopes everything,
she suffers everything.

Nothing can be killed from a stone, the inscription remains wordless before its formation, just as a man cannot be killed more than supplements in the realities he knew, the rest of life breaks the record of eternal youth.

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Anca

Anka

26th October 2020, 23:08

Invitation to Unconditional Love :heart:

“Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.” Kahlil Gibran

Cry of Peace (feat. Iiino & Luciana Zogbi) (1:50)

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I stop for a second to call a part of the wave of unconditional love. I leave it to you to complete the rest! :bearhug:
I'm just writing, if I tell you that I love you human being wherever you are now, it would be too much for the world we live in, and yet, I say it loud and clear! This is my field, I give it to anyone! :flower:

I think there is always something bigger, better and easier, beyond every existential situation. I am constantly looking for that even better, more better and easier to define the quality of life in the higher rank of creation. This includes everything including love.
From my humble position as a simple human being, I try to make life easier for those around me, I support inner sessions written in waves of positive energy of everything I could represent to bring light where hope is!:flower:
Humans greatest need is to love and be loved. Unconditional love brings with it the greatest gift: healing. It is beyond the door that forgiveness opens.
Today, some of us maybe we no longer know what unconditional love means. We love if we receive love, if we are accepted, appreciated, forgiven, helped. We love ourselves if we have what we want, we look the way we want, we have the results we expect.
Love is the biggest challenge.:heart:
This is where most of us get stuck. Whether it's self-love or the love of children, partner, family, friends and people in general. To know if we are capable of unconditional love we must look within ourselves. There we have all the answers.
All we need is peace and we really want this.

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Love has no attachments, expectations, fears. Don't judge, don't ask for anything in return. It simply exists.
Nowadays, some people love out of some fear. But where there is fear, there can be no love, because love dissolves fear. Love out of fear is not love: it is the need for affection, it is the attachment to a person.
We will always get back what we offered.
True love does not set conditions, does not ask for anything in return and offers complete freedom to the other. True love means joy. It makes us wake up in the morning with the feeling that we have a purpose in the world. True love fills us with positive emotions and creative ideas, gives us charm, gives us the strength to succeed even in unfavorable situations. True love makes us hope, help our fellow humans to see the beautiful side of things around us. But to be able to do all this, we have to love ourselves first and foremost.

In our inability to love ourselves unconditionally, all the problems we face have their origin.
Whether we are talking about a relationship, lack or illness.
We think we love each other, we think we accept ourselves as we are, we think we deserve to be loved, but most of us just think, less act.
This problem has its solution in acceptance: to accept yourself as you are, in everything you do, to stop blaming yourself and to gladly accept your own fears and defects, to get out of the conditions of the past, to be convinced that the Universe it will sustain you on your way, that you have your place and purpose here in this world, and that, thinking so, opportunities will not be long in coming.

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To love yourself as you wanted to be loved.
Those who experience love sadly and with suffering are those who have not yet learned to love themselves unconditionally. These people are looking for the ideal partner, they set conditions, they judge. The same goes for them.
And when we behave like this, we most likely attract a suitable partner, that is, someone who wants the same thing, maybe after a while, the pressure of expectations is too high, and the disappointment is commensurate. The relationship breaks down and everyone feels the need to fill the gap quickly, entering into another relationship with unhealed wounds. The result: a new disappointment, which deepens the wound even more. Fear takes over, and this time, she wants to keep the relationship under lock and key. Love dies and habit is thus installed. When you want a partner out of love, loving yourself and being convinced that you deserve true love, then you search with your soul, beyond expectations, conditioning, fears and judgments.

True love makes you live with your partner like your best friend, in a state of freedom and trust.
Freedom in a relationship based on love, means to stay yourself, to evolve at your own pace, without needing the other all the time. Only then can we say that we are together because we love each other and not because we have to. If you do not have a relationship or have experienced love painfully, maybe it was a lack of luck, but look inside yourself and see what blockages do not make you receptive to love, what prevents you from offering love, what relationship you have with yourself and how far your own possible choices extends to yourself. Stay with you for a while, take a break and heal. Only then will you be able to allow true love to flow freely in your life. Only then, when true love will manifest through you, will you be able to find the right partner or choice .
But what about the love of all the fellow human beings?:flower:
In the same way, you can't love your neighbor if you don't love yourself.
PAUL FERRINI said very nicely: “the feelings towards your neighbor simply mirror the feelings towards yourself. That being the case, interactions with your neighbor help you see what you need to forgive yourself.” We must also make the difference and the analogy between morality and love.

It is advisable to bless our neighbor, to help him if he asks us to, to forgive him if he is wrong, not to judge him and to let him say what he wants trying to really understand him .:flower:
I have been in the habit of blessing all the people I come in contact with for some time. Whether it's friends, family, whoever is in my habit …I know the effect, but I don't stop feeling my heart full of joy when I see them smiling sometimes. Following the path of unconditional love, we will reach more trust in ourselves and in our fellow humans, we will have deeper relationships and why not, a better future situation.
Because: "our inner abundance is ultimately the source of our outer abundance." MARIANNE WILLIAMSON
And don't forget, please… love heals…Heaven knows that I need love more to always offer her!
Let's live together in a world full of LOVE! I'm HERE.:heart: Anca :sun:

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Anka

30th October 2020, 01:00

Life, a coded event.
A process in which we will never see written “Game over “

A play about the future of one promise, written today in the volume of love for people, for keeping the natural human in his quality that still exists. :heart:

We once set out on a path, which we all wanted to make a beautiful story, the expression of fulfillment of the soul has always been captive in the vicinity of our will, we being in fact the authors of our own writing. Our presence in the debt we have for this large human community, in the alchemy of events, has always been rich or poor, but many of us are still human, still here.

For me, among other joys, I expressly enjoy the reflection in writing. Life is an extremely wide subject, but nothing is more beautiful than the way we reflect on this subject that occupies many areas.

What comes to our mind sometimes, to help the whole of humanity with something? How many people have we encouraged in our life to move on to take with courage the beautiful life? Should we make a list of what we have to do to further contribute to the beautification of other people's lives?
I am still writing in addition to it and I will probably never finish it. Who am I to change others? Nobody. But if I don't risk fulfilling my duty to write what I feel, risking a lot, I feel that the risk is even greater.
Writers, artists, philosophers, poets had their own way of seeing things, and some of their deep thoughts have endured to this day. I wonder what they would have written in those days though. To me today, all day I had in mind only one of Murphy's laws, something like "If you have a hammer, suddenly everyone becomes a nail" in conclusion, we all have to withstand increasing pressure in the future following, bad or good, unexpected or expected, but certainly different.

We live, as always, from the beginning of the word, a continuous experience as in a domino effect, nothing stops, everything changes, as far as I am concerned, only as a totally subjective completion, for me the phrase:"In the beginning it was the word "has a connotation (without irony) as a kind of consequence and comment that rings in my mind:" yes. and the word has become a planetary drug "That's why I try, but I don't always succeed on the heel of my existence, to give the word a form of life, of soul-building, of comfort for many hearts where words can sit as a spiritual compass.

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I would prefer to be able to communicate this telepathically, it would certainly be much more complete and in all aspects, placing my hand on my heart and to be able to communicate everything clearly; maybe someday, we will be able to do this, because in all this "conference" of the whole world about evil and good,
they should be and probably have always been much better solutions at our fingertips. The word is important, but living and feeling is essential, because contemplating silence in listening to those around us requires nothing more than our presence with a smile.

In order to approach life from the point of view of a code, we should perhaps have the childish seriousness of understanding things much easier.:flower:
Life is just that. The language that is supposed to be coherent, applied, open, clear and simple should not normally order it, complicate it, diversify it in a dark way, or take its beauty.
One beautiful thought can be like a soothing garden in which every man can rest his soul,and we can do that often.
As for me, I will always reinvent at the deepest level and whenever I have the opportunity, friendship, because I know for sure that there are many more ways to love beautifully, more than we can know.

And even if we need to dream to complete a reality or vice versa, maybe the first and the first time, we have to love and then exist.
Sometimes, when I say that life is very beautiful, the temptation of nothing strikes me, asking me "What would you have been, if you had been?"; As if life, death and I were three parallel lines that never unite, but that's just a metaphor, the feeling is broader and it's not necessarily a belief of mine. I do not relate to beliefs more than guidelines, everything changes. The light? It's attractive. If you close a plant in the dark, it becomes deformed, so the tendency is always the thirst for light.

If in the initial phase we start the first step with "being" why do we still need to seek to become, to become more than we are can be contradictory to the whole process, because childhood is the place of magic and inspiration of creation and where everything is amazing.
When everything starts to become a deja vu, the fascination becomes different and we look for life with different eyes. We are adults looking for the essential fruit of existence, the truth. Sometimes life evaluates us while we are apparently researching it, it seems to be an unacceptable human quality, values are measured, victories or losses are weighed. When in fact any natural simplicity, pure and innocent, is basically an ambitious complexity, already solved.

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People with beautiful souls always strive for spiritual perfection, those who cannot speak against the ugly, are silent, but in their silence, they can in fact refuse everything that is ugly. Some cannot express themselves, but the magic of their souls, they work to always cherish the wave of beauty. I remain today, in deep meditation trying to listen to all those beautiful silences, hope is a dream with open eyes and nothing is far when you love.:flower:

The meaning of life cannot be sought without being able to find it before, it seems contradictory. But contradictory to what? In what position are we really able to declare something with supreme certainty? Some time ago, a friend told me "that he has found the meaning of life, because it has no purpose" and I said
"I wish I could die something of myself to understand what you said, but I have to live with it" were just "sweet nothingness" in the passing of life, nothing more, or maybe everything as a whole. Philosophy, like life it may be the own source.
When between ambition and wisdom, life speaks, knowledge should listen and the soul discover, because we allow ourselves and deserve, because the one who asks for nothing, deserves everything, because a wounded soul must not bleed but enlighten .

The coding of life, the hardest argument to fight, may be the most beautiful destination to reflect.

Maybe we don't have to think about the future, and because we feel good about this chemical process, beautifully augmented called, life, we should communicate with each other any value at any time of the journey, because our flow inward is the hardest and most beautiful thing to keep, especially when we have to take with us in our souls, a whole beauty.

Anca :heart: :sun: :heart:

Anka

2nd November 2020, 18:15

The legacy of life

Children are our human treasures and the legacy of the future on this earth. Their open vision always teaches us through simplicity, joy, love, spontaneity, free communication and the ability to weave the story with the imagination.
I pray today for their health and for their freedom in this world.

Loving children is the very law of life, it is one of the most sublime actions that a human being can perform. Children can create the most beautiful emotional state.
For me, their dreams of joy and song are a catalyst for my devotion.
Their games bring the ease of the best and simplest knowledge that should be grounded in the future through the inexhaustible theme of unconditional love.

Love can accompany all our other fundamental acts. If we learn full of love we will memorize and understand more easily. If we listen with love, we will hear more and much better.
Their freedom always encourages our will, they are the joy of all our ages. They give us time to find in our hearts vast places we did not know, they are the victory of the present in the innocence of every smile and the supreme vitality of altruism from which we can learn.

From stars to people, from the soul of a child to the souls of grown men’s, there is one pure heart, one connection, one color of universal memory in the future, the parade of butterflies in flight from the smiles of children in the universal realm of a single story, that of loving children, the greatest justice of life.

For all the street children, for all the children who are going through hardships, so loving, confident, with endurance as big people with so much dignity, discretion and discipline, I would like for them to be able to die something of me. I would like them to be happy, I would like their childhood to be blessed as it deserves, given by life. From children we can educate the rest of the life we have left, so that future generations can propagate the freedom of human beauty.

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The only revelation of our society must result from the way we love children, to heal around them, to hope and dream with them, to develop new talents with no purpose other than that of joy, to become the best reflection for their strong spirit. Children teach us to experience acceptance, friendship and love everywhere for anything, for any idea; they reach out to the stars to pick them up, we just contemplate them. But their hands can really touch the sky in their innocence so beautiful and primordial, because their questions are answers that we will find out over many generations, when we will no longer be.

Encouraging children to dream, and you will contribute to the root of change for a future generation; for me, the imagination of a child would be my upbringing with him, they are the message of the pride of prosperity, they develop our ability to play and learn the recommendation of life to be effective in the wisdom of development in the record of wise love.

A new world is born in each child, the future can learn from him right now. Their unpredictability and their discoveries contradict any reality built by us, their fantasy sends us all our curiosity at bedtime, because only if we dream together with Them we will understand.
8 minutes talking to a child, there are 8 billion chances to change the maturity we have achieved so far. There are 8 unconditional minutes that do not depend on us, but on the possibility of any opportunity for inspiration!
Children are the resource and hope of a future promised by childhood itself. Children are the beginning of every miracle and its fulfillment that lies in their open and small cute palms.

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Children are the way to fulfill the essence of life values and the rebellion of beauty and joy, their intelligence stimulates any age, their emotions integrate us into new simple values such as empathy, perseverance in good manners, purity of good instinct and intuition; I would like to have billions of arms to be able to embrace all children and to have one soul that divides near their permanent joy, just to maintain a neighborhood suitable for their development!

I would like to be able to pour in writing all my love for all children, I would like to absolutely subscribe to this wave of life so pure, I would like to sign somewhere in the entry of the book of life the chapter of childhood so essential, to be generated forever and always destined for their happiness.

I will never underestimate the children's talent to see life, on the contrary, I will find the courage to lie on the carpet of their imagination, I wish I could be their toy, just to feel the imprint of purely accidentally transformation innovation from which we all grow up.

My house is maybe empty, but my soul is full of small hearts that beat fast in the joy of life, a show of souls and a lesson every day, because children are high spirits, they are themselves messages that solidly argue life, I would like that their cycle will overturn all the rules in which we have become entangled and restore the course of the journey as the human race and our planet deserve.

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Their wings are the universe of our future, let's let them grow to where the clouds become multicolored, because there is no better job than talking to a child.
Their soul is so roomy that they are content with the satisfaction of being, their compassion is a cultivation of the grace to give love from a heart with a self-knowledge with heaven in it.

Their little hearts beat in the light to guard our event of embracing life, their protection is a path taken from Heaven, a vocation and a responsibility that complement each other with our need for transformation.
Make a cake for the neighbors' children, change the gift from the soul with the joy of their smile, make a stop, in the wonderful exodus of each child's imagination, put a simple, serene and deep intention for all children who need the warmth of our hearts.
I don't think we have to be just reasonable, I think we have to be impeccable, prompt and receptive and extremely innocent in appreciating the nature of a child, for an excellent conduct of thinking with the soul of a child for the souls of children of the future of the human race.

Anca :heart:

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The Choir Of All Saints, Honiara - God yu tekkem laef blong mi(2:19)

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Anka

5th November 2020, 16:30

Dear life friend, wherever you are :heart:

"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."- Confucius

“My dear,
In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love.
In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile.
In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm.
I realized, through it all, that…
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

Truly yours,
Albert Camus”

I like this because only one part is usually quoted but the full quote has such symmetry.”

― Albert Camus

I felt the need to write to you today. Wherever you are, rest your soul in my heart for the duration of a few words that I want to offer.:heart:
The world is so small and we are all so close that if I whispered how I felt about you, you would hear me in any corner of the world.
I sat down at the computer, and thinking about you, I felt like I got home.
I create a time of life now in a velvet heart that belongs to all those who are my friends, I trust in you to the maximum of unconditional love that I am transformed to be able to offer.

Receive my best wishes, because I really wish you well, at this moment a subtle violin sounds in my headphones,
...it's raining outside, in drops so small as if autumn was slipping through a sieve of the open sky, and I think if I go outside, I would definitely melt :) This year was a rainy summer and there were few days with sun, but the sun in my heart did not melt, except perhaps the beautiful starry sky that I would have liked to see more, beyond the heavy clouds in the night sky was not possible..

At this moment I feel that I am not an article, a comment or a person, I would like to be an intermediate means of transfusion of peace that we should not look for because we have it.I really think that we must first of all be ourselves a the celestial vault of peace and thus serenity is at home, it must no longer be obtained.
Have you been looking for peace lately? Sometimes I look for it too, especially when I look for it lost among all the perspectives of the world to seek inner peace, it is an act of will that experiences differently each time my own experience of seeking peace.

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Even if I sometimes find peace, it is still a perpetual transformation, an education in progress, such a broad background and I think I have to be many in the singularity of a single direction of billions of opportunities to settle on at least this path.

How has time passed for you? :heart:
.. If you ask me, it's a kind of mixture, sometimes it gets stuck, sometimes it steals my attention, sometimes it doesn't exist, if I could, I would unite time with life itself, in the way that we can all benefit.
Have you had any goals lately? I had no goal, as if all my possibilities had melted into the very possibility of pursuing any kind of goal. Something at hand that I look at not with doubt but with more wisdom than a few years ago.

Even if we navigate the oceans of life, open the eyes of the heart, you will no longer step on the earth and the sea alone, we walk, we fall, we learn, we fail, we stand, we fight, we help, we listen and go, by love we dive, we dance, we laugh, and bloom, amaze, we hope, we pray, and leave and pass :flower:

We grow up together dear friend, we change our life experiences and we learn together. How much I would like to know your vision about this world, how much you have cried lately in your soul saying in silence: "I want it to be good for the whole humanity!!!" I want that too...

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This moment when you are really free, is the moment when you step out of your room and go explore the nature, the world outside. You leave everything behind, your daily work at office, your daily routines, all your responsibilities. All that stress and anxiety just washes away. You feel relaxed, all the weight on your shoulders disappeared, you don't have to worry about anything. You feel excited, you're not afraid. You just see the road that is in front of you, you realize this is the first step in your new journey. You are ready to go. I will meet you at the last and first moment my dear friend.This is our way :flower:

I don't think we need keys, I think our development of "uman-universalis" is almost in its time, part of the world feels that and even as I write this, I know that your soul smiles and the universe hears the color of your joy! :sun:
Stay with the flow, meditate, love, develop your unlimited spot, he experiences you limitless, be peace and peace will experience you..said someone sometimes.

I truly believe that the only joy in the middle of Mother Earth's Nature is the human being, so I am here to declare that I am intensely enchanted by the joy of sharing a corner of the universe with all people, my friends, you have a pure nature, it is the only one of the way and grace by which life builds itself.
Do you remember how many sunsets we watched together? Do you remember how many stars we counted together? Sometimes we count so many stars at night that we always forget to count the moon.

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From my heart drops, if I could find the flower of friendship, I would travel the whole world to be able to offer it as a gift.
Your friendship is a great gift that I have discovered since I opened my eyes in this world, if you are looking for me, to know that I am already close to you, if the emotion embraces you, to know that I have been embracing you for a long time.
The elegance and beauty of your individuality always surprises me, you are enough to be someone, somewhere, everywhere ...that I care that you exist.

On the way to you, dear being, so planetary-personal, I turn on lights one by one in the souls of those I meet, I would like to be able to make a poem for each of them, I would like to be able to offer them an ellipse of spatial star pearls time, a holographic pharmacy through which everyone's health can flourish forever.:flower:
Dear friend, from these times, until my message reaches you someday, do you think that we will be able to overcome the mysteries at the border of knowledge that we have somewhere forgotten inside us?
Do you think that we will ever be able to radically change the paradigm in which we are caught in the adventure of life guarded by the submission of the promise "When we ask for nothing, does the light already have everything(?)!"

This is just a grain of my childhood imagination, but in order to have something, I know we must first deposit something, so I put in the flow of hope for better: compassion, tolerance, peace and love at the truest and highest dimension and capacity that I will get it sometime in the future, because now I am just an unknown friend, but I know that a world in which friendship dwells through the very dimension of life, must be or is completely different..
Do you feel different?
Please stay with me, we are all born of friendship, it remains to all carry, clearly and with responsibly its flag, by interpreting the wave of life.
The treasure in your heart will always give birth to strong sources of friendship, count your friends around you and give your love before asking them for anything.
Hold in your heart the sincere and unconditional picture of good manners to serve life for those around you.
We may one day find ourselves clothed in the word of hope, we may encourage one another with the rich experience of this factory of life.

In the absence of the future, I am now waiting for the moment to meet, as I have always expected. You must know that you are not alone.
It's at least me, here, a stranger in this world, close to you, wherever you are!

I dedicate this article to all those I do not know but feel alone in these difficult times. :heart:

Cu prietenie, cantand pentru tine draga prieten,
Anca :heart:

Tony Anderson - Bloom(3:54)
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Anka

6th November 2020, 15:33

How much does life cost?

“The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.” - Henry David Thoreau, Walden

For those who have too much for a simple experience, along with those who have too little to really survive: "how much does life cost?"

What is our last happiness in a changing world?:flower:
How much can we think of ourselves while others near us experience the same location, the same problems?

If in such a society we feel that life is a game that must be kept constant as if we have to run to catch up with it, how much will it cost us someday when everything we pursue will someday be enough to really recognize whether it was worth the point or not.
In my youth, I always said that if I had enough money, then I would be happy. There’s no denying that money is an important part of our society and having a degree of financial stability increases our ability to enjoy life.:flower:
But the reality is that when we have enough or over abundance, we should balance how much we have tied our strict need to the need to say "I always deserve more."
Maybe we used to weigh every opportunity to our advantage always wanting more, or maybe not, maybe we used to always measure our status, maybe sometimes we looked for emotional health in obtaining benefits or things, for the protection of the family.:flower:
Many people believe that adding material experience to life improves their well-being, but maybe adding it, sometimes means too much for those who have absolutely nothing.

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How much is it worth reading a good old book compared to a platinum bank card? Speaking of me, how much can we choose between the system in which we have many cards in our wallet, and outside the system in which we have a library, let's say 300 valuable books for us, which we have already read, defines us individually, but I really hope with all my heart that we can all overcome the obstacle of the contemporary society in which we are basically affiliated by remembering others that need our help.

I had a friend for almost 30 years. He asked me: "And you never feel the need to go out in the city to do fun shopping? Why did you find yourself moving there, over the railways, over the largest running water in the country where no one lives?
Just to always stay dirty on the ground and to cry for pity on your own? "
And surprisingly, like never before, I could not have included in a single simple answer, all my well-being that I have here in the country and I am convinced that he would not have understood.But I love him anyway.
But I would have asked him, however, how much "much" means to him as living costs by gaining just life, also pursued at a certain cost.

If we stop to think a little about how much we actually need to be as comfortable as possible, maybe we need a car just to get from one point to another, but not necessarily a Porsche to pay in plus the simple need.
Making enough money was a struggle from time to time, especially in my youth, there were short periods when they were enough, but in principle, I always had "good" salaries that I was glad I could simple just live on with what is strictly needed.

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I learned in some places to live life very simply from very little, enjoying simple things that instead of having bought, some of them I created myself for me. Some of them were home made soap, or natural flowers perfume, clothes, home clothes sewn to an old sewing machine, decorations, furniture and more, and at some point becomes a kind of culture almost individually unique, and this education is well deserved to honor the idea of "enough" , at least for me.
Anything thrown away just because it is no longer fashionable is a misused resource. Therefore, some old things get a new long life and color in my home, some become useful and functional for generations.

Never having more money, it gave me an advantage, it was a kind of education to be able to survive on a provocatively low income.
This built me in the way I am convinced that no matter what income I will have from this age onward, I will always maintain the creative line of not wasting any material or spiritual resources, at least not for me.

Of course we need money to survive and buy food, so an extremely large portion of food, I produce it myself, learning this from pure survival, not as a hobby.
I strongly believe, from how much life has cost me so far, that we still have to live to the fullest and get honest pleasure from life, just to live and enjoy life simply.:flower:

If I'm happy? I can say that I am satisfied with the simplicity that sometimes goes in tandem with happiness, looking at my contemporary friends in my country, in these times I can say not with satisfaction but with remembrance, that the less I have the less I have less worries.

For me, being quite far from the city, I do not feel at all disconnected from society, I think I am the perfect example to reflect maybe the opposite, although I no longer want to differentiate between what is white on the left or black on the right, I am no longer interested in the colors of the system and now, before being a voter, I am first of all a man, a peasant, a heart, a soul, first of all "I am" and I am free.

I think we are quite connected to consumption, I know it is an older subject than any book, but I wonder how much history has taught us that we go through life always making "these wonderful choices" that are sometimes almost prescribed as an order of promoting materialism. How much do we really measure the choice, before we really weigh the material?
Why, (avoiding the answer by a purpose, cause, choice or even habit), since it is the world, the idea of the new "new" is promoted with the unseen slogan "You're not good enough, you don't have enough" Are we really urged (not designed) to always pursue the idea of a status, do we always lose something by it?:flower:

I have seen people who have replaced true beauty with absolutely whatever money can go, I would like each of us, all people, to intensely experience every look at the world and simple things, with patience, wisdom and beauty. How much does this cost in return?
The authenticity of the freedom of the spirit in a world created for this purpose. Sometimes getting it, maybe can hurt, but it may be worth it.

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I enjoy a simple good joke, I start smiling before someone says it, a good cooked meal, to share emotions and jokes with friends, the joy of seeing nature (my first "bible"), people's laughter, health and the innocence of children, the natural beauty of animals.
In a way, sometimes I feel that what I have in front of me is more than enough, and that is worth more to me than money, so I feel that I have to pass on my joy to others, at absolutely no cost, apart from me always recognizing friendship.

To the question "Why are we here?" I think we need to appreciate more the world we are in, finding its beauties, I think that in the "bank of joy" we can gather many present moments in which we gather the value of our art of "being", therefore, at the beginning and end of life, we really find out its cost, and even in that it is a certain beauty.
My friendship costs nothing, this is a free and beautiful source, if you want to be a friend today and a good earthling, try life at no cost, try friendship, dare to love, dare to share.:heart:

Anca

Anka

9th November 2020, 12:38

One dream closer
( One think about dreaming in writing, is that it never ends)

In the middle of the war, after so long, we can only find peace.:flower:

It was as if the storm and the meteor shower on the eternal night passed, and after all, the only landmark left was silence.
Yesterday morning for almost two hours, it was as if a huge positive energy shook the world and placed it on the old road, even if reality allows us to see the opposite, it seems that we are challenged to overcome this world with the world itself.

If light were a better return to dreaming, could this be a confirmation that we really know ourselves as we have always known ourselves?
In a pure, pure and clear dream, do we want to have a better version than we know? As for me, I know for sure that the answer comes before I need to ask.
For me sometimes, dreaming is so deep that in any dream, I have almost the same soul character and the same reactions that I have when I am awake. Dreams take me on different domains, as I have always felt and wanted, as if knowing somehow that the infinity of infinity is countably overwhelmingly different as alternatives.
Sometimes, passwords such as the existence of all known and unknown "verbs" in dreams, were the very propulsion and fuel of some paths to cross outer space. "Nowhere" means "any direction" but with a definition of a verb, not as an action but as an effect already recorded. It is difficult to explain, but very easy to perform, in a dream.

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If all dreams allowed us to live the experience of life through fractions of colored lenses in the universe and the sublime of every other being, then would we understand? We could regroup in an enormous spirit of humanity, increasing the subtlety of the approach of such wide spaces between us all in a creative morphological acceptance...(?)

I often see people around me who communicate something different from what they share standing face to face and sometimes, even in the tone and sound of words, expressions actually exhibit their fragility and need for knowledge. The importance of faith in truth is so varied, as an exposition of possibilities and opportunities, an importance equal to its existence and equivalent to our need.

If the dreams were true, then this dream of a lifetime, a fraction only in the whole symphony of the universe, would be a kind of setback in the unfolding of the universe in all.
And so, as astonishing as every aspect of life might be, we could say quietly in the voice of our soul that in fact nothing is different from how we all knew it all before.

Indeed, what can the future mean in a kind of century in which we find ourselves with a consciousness of beginning and without end? In a world where almost all souls look striking and touching, sometimes even so passionate that when a tear flows here on my cheek, someone wipes it in the next second a little further from me, but in the immediate vicinity of the one soul .
We all look so much alike that regardless of the space, character or allegory of time we occupy individually, we can say with emotion in our voices that nothing is more different in all this variety than the extremely striking resemblance between you and me.
How is "I" different than a "you"?:flower:
Now I know, for sure that "I" could have been "you" there, thinking and feeling like you ... I could have exposed instead of "me" your version in any century, always ready to evolve and to educate myself in your light.

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I look into your eyes, with confidence, and I see you as I know I was and have always been, my acceptance can be a real courage but it is an irreversible reflection of your style of building me in this existence.
I could say, even if maybe we'll never see each other again: "Please take care of me" I write the words in my heart, just a soul away from you, I'm maybe in a dream in the nearest greatest close distance, writing in silence words that cannot speak.
A thousand looks across the oceans of pure feelings, I love something you can love with the same intensity, I could say: "Find me among the stars, because I write in our ancestral language with your power to read in our dreams of all."
I have a soul, this soul. I have a dream, this dream. I have words, temperament, style, mentalities, I am a man of these times, but with everything I feel much deeper, the connection there between us all taking over absolutely everything, seems much more real.

I happen to be, but I want to be close to what belongs to me in your will as a human being, I would like to be at least with a dream closer to humanity, because I exist with the space and soul of my time with anyone who knows love .
In persistently seemingly evolutionary times, between the passage as above and below, between the infinity between the infinite, in the most cruel of the beautiful reality of us all , at the limit of light and beyond the edge of our consciousness, in the midst of the insistence of the contours of Nature, fulfilling the task of a simple man, I transmit for the future time in us: "Pleasant dreams!"

Anca :heart:

Anka

11th November 2020, 22:15

If the world exceeds our expectations

Whether we claim it or not, this world is truly a court of miracles.
If the world were subject to time and time were ourselves, then I could say that the worlds inside us as well as those outside, count our infinite presence, and then perhaps that every movement of the universe should implicitly be a trajectory of ours, always in memory of a present future?:flower:

If we could be witnesses of the future, looking from the future with premonition before the present, then adaptation to a kind of time of evolution might not be necessary. Then could the past appreciate continuity? Because I know that the show itself can be overcome with the very performance of playing it, a gift that we all have and we should use it at the very performance of classifying the role of life on the altar of our consciousness. It sounds almost dramatic and maybe too little for our expectations, which must not be high or low, there is nothing tempered or over, in the pure existence of a role.

If we are concerned with what we are now, then how can we feel that it is worth overlapping other expectations from the future?
If we are building an imagined future, a better one, which can really overcome our constraints and fears, then how do we know that we have built it correctly, since we do not know from what absolute position we did this?
And if any choice we could make would probably be relatively normal, and, we would rule out the difference between good and evil by turning it into a kind of authoritarian free balance then what would be the purpose , the chance or the cause for which we could find the definition or the concept of a future? When we already have to face the mass balance, what would be the difference? It sounds almost promisingly boring and perhaps pronounced balanced intriguingly motivating. But maybe we can bargain with time in his time, for an advantageous purchase for our time.

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Are we useful enough for the quality of human beings that we determine in every second of existence? We can adapt to perfectly stable values easily by certifying pure will, we can appreciate through historical moments or otherwise what we lack, but the fact that we put the same questions always, doesn't it make the rhetoric of life spin itself in a closed circle?
Do we know that we have a road to build and that we are annexed to a reciprocity divided to infinite minus, in the embrace of the crossroads, are we somehow the beginning of what we could have overcome when success would have been worth it?
How big can each thing be, if everything were interconnected? how hard would it be to share information in a real, honest way and in the same force of good will always?
What is the difference between definiteness and infinity? For it is maybe impossible to consider that one being is supreme than another.

We are surrounded by ideas, but I think all questions should be left to answer on their own without confusing the spirit with the imagination.
This is might be possible, because we confuse anyway from our need for knowledge, the attention of the spirit in the imagination of reality.
As in a supposed concept of the future through confusion to end up living involuntarily in 8 billion simultaneous worlds? Would that follow in the future? Replacing reality in search of a belief in truth, with the augmented propagation of all realities? Are we already living this?
Because we are truly alive, technology should be the very simple existence of this planet, in fact a bastion of peace dedicated to space location as a huge benefit alternative, not as a goal to be achieved.

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We may be like some local designers with a ticking brooch being conceived as a unique gift for the soul and spirit embodied by a postcard signed by the revolutionary planetary resolution in alliance with an entire universe.
We may be a small community and the diversity presented on this planet more than an offering to the human species itself, must be enough for us. We have always known that we are more than we can conceive of being in fact a human species. Humanity has so many colors as if we lived together, being in fact several types of human species gathered together, to hope creation, to create hope and to fulfill beauty, and the beauty of the unique creation lives only by loving.

The road between the roads of our worlds must unite harmony, it must roar healthily with the conviction of our ubiquitous nature, it must go in tandem with the enormity of the human side of our transformation, it is our way to be impressed by our union in the unwritten diary of the world’s .

The path between us all in which an almost abstract world has overtaken us is this totally unseen space to intertwine life right now when we read in the spectrum of the most perfect balance of humanity at the most heartfelt and open contact.

Contact in a human way! You are the world!:flower:
It seems completely impossible, so this would be the shortest and easiest way to achieve.:bearhug:

The state under the magnifying glass of a love built in force, cannot be of notoriety to actually accelerate our process of understanding, the sublime touch in the entire connection ribbon, does not lie in cutting or segmenting it, by experiencing complicated options.
The connection that goes from point to point must remain homogeneous with its very identity, I know that the fragility of eternity builds so many components of the unknown,
but what are the expectations guilty of, if what we expose is in fact what we sow, and if the probability of an imperfection has so many perfect variants, what we acknowledge becomes almost automatically a promise already attract ?!
We wake up in a life where we raise, play, see, feel, we are as if dictated by the timid seriousness of this so-called time, we are as if perfectly excusable sometimes in a dominant access to defeat something that is not needed to be defeat.

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I know it's not easy, sometimes equality screams frustrated at the fairness of the moralistic concept, sometimes balance seems to accumulate in fact the insecurity of a possible eternal ridicule, sometimes the details break any argument to validate life, sometimes the instinct to forget seems a credible promise and becomes a kind of almost monstrous reality, but it's all about how we can manage experience at a fundamental level, in the still stillness of the dynamism of creation.

Life is only there, there, unique and unrepeatable in all the fractions of truth escaped, promised or obtained, but it is there in its strong and brilliant vulnerability.
We do not need to exceed it, we do not have this power.

The fire of utility lies in the power of flexibility to find the strength to submit to the chance to be together in a single action, sometimes we have to break a few rules in order to discover the truth, rigidity morally balances fairness in the face of an already fulfilled fact, we are face to face all discovered by our need to know.

We are not ready, but no one is ever really ready, we do not have time to choose the time to be prepared, I am not ready, look at me, I am writing here mumbling something,
just to prolong a moment when maybe I could finally look at our union.:heart:
I could stop writing but the desire is so great that I could not really stop the storm alone.

If everyone said instead of "I want", "I can", with the conviction that we care, then the world would be a much bigger metaphor.
The time we have, saying we have spent, so many years, must give us the patience of healing to choose to serve something greater than ourselves who comes to fulfill the love for the justice of absolute balance as we do not know it but we- We can afford it. It is humanity that saves us.
Something you can't forget, because, while we were wondering how much the soul weighs in on this, the very weight of a hummingbird bird already contains us.
Awakening to the hot fire of consciousness is like running against time standing in the right place, in the wonderful explosion of many years Joules of will-atmosphere of "liquid life" and 21 grams of light.

Anca :heart:

Anka

17th November 2020, 01:54

Equity of inspiration
(because I'm here to look into people's eyes and say I can't do anything without their help)

Autumn has arrived and red leaves fall on the ground and from this difficult times I heard that there is still air.:flower:
The silence of energy relaxed in the amplitude of carbon, determines the change of the world as if by the most primordial element-nothingness, always difficult at hand, we are subjected to a condensed index of energetic conversation in the heart of subtlety as a gift of escape.
Conceptually, we can be the iteration of reality in full pleasure of re-balancing the equity of fundamental human values.

The world becomes closer to human intimacy and in the end, it should govern honesty, positive vibration, passion blossoming the spirit, respect for life, dedication to each other:heart:

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What can be done by one person can be done by each one. We are all here, I am here to be able to look into the eyes of those around me and tell them that what I do is an extremely small feature, but maybe not a real contribution to the future, also, I love human nature.
I try to be a good example of culture and the of the possibility to get out of the system, it is a culture that I had to sustain with risk and manageable sacrifices but it is perfectly demonstrable that from the point of view of withdrawal, it can be a good example of building perpetual good change.:flower:
We cannot experience something real if we do not expose the very vulnerability of participating completely clearly, an we all know, we all have all the elements at hand.

If one form of equity, among many others, could be the problem
that we do not all have the knowledge, but someone has the power and I have peace, leaving aside the fact that I would also like to know the truth, it is clear that that person also wants my peace, but it is still not terribly true that in the end we are both in the same world?

If the system plays with us, it means that we also can "play" with or without wanting to, with the system, it is interesting not to both access a level from which we can no longer get out. The health of the prospect left in THE freedom, can only be one aspect.
Maybe I can't stand in the middle of the wave pretending not to be part of it, the substantiation of the reason can sometimes exclude the cause, that's why the logic must be accepted by all parties.
Especially because we have to stay, in a situational managed and conscious awakening, which can be basically a fairly human art at a certain level with the experience itself.

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We are dealing with the everyday aspect, we are facing the prosperity of our own projections determined by the rules we learn along the way, and maybe the fairness in this is the very gravity of the transformation speed with which we can react.

Imagination can be quite handy, sometimes it even faces technology that is based only on the reflectivity of some basic elements, not in the full potential, we are the integrated conversion of humanity that we inherit, but maybe in addition, the imagination can use it for extreme good purposes easily positive, trying with everything we have at hand.
I know it's magical, but it can be extremely beneficial theoretically controversial in favor of advantageous goals and for the stability of the element of humanity in every aspect.
There is no strict or definite rule in telling a story, except the elegance of serving in the heart of the service of a truth.

Unfortunately, or fortunately at the same time, somehow, the roaring image of an entire world speaks. Everyone speaks as if displaying something indefinite before a world map already tired of words.
The coat of arms of humanity, worthy of envy and its brilliance, seems to be somehow hidden in our imagination at the edge of everyone's choices.
Our individual loneliness should serve the fullness of the truth before us.
The responsibility of our spiritual attire must sum up the very simplicity of our relational aspect.
I think it is extremely important, impeccable in design value of the humanity in us, and especially that we really belong to a rather planetary linguistic space, if we take the catalysis of the impact of speech throughout history, placed in our kindness for others.

Waiting for the unexpected beyond the planetary boundaries of the real possibilities to communicate in perfectly human language, we have two choices, choosing to speak human within the range of human competence assigned by individual design, or resorting to specialized artificial conduct services that can not collect human imagination or expression naturally.
To consider a human language, the cross-border fullness of universally spoken humanity, is an idea difficult to bear, manageable and at the same time easy to accept imaginable.

In what terms could we describe the equity of equivalently directing a process of evolution through speech? Because saying that we do not have time to think about all the problems, he suggests that in time he could also solve them.

Before asking "Why not here, why not now?" we must expect the sanction of a sufficient approximation of truth, before asking. So reflection in the imagination can be a possible happiness, because anything can be possible precisely because we have clear evidence that the impossible is enough for us.

I am, because I was lucky in life not to have to think about one thing, I replaced satisfaction at several levels of happiness, enough to have the satisfaction of living.
Imagination is such a beautiful language, each imagination should be a continuous escape for another imagination, an evolution through the inner image and the imagined spiritual freedom of each of us, it is a perpetuated meaning above and beyond words.

Look at us, crossroads of choice, time hourglasses, and oceans of experimentation, we are all blended in the conduct of a single inspiration.:flower:
We need to allow people around the world to share the real-life scenarios they experience, so we can all learn in the name of equity, because if we all share suffering, joy, failure and fulfillment, sadness and awakening, mistakes and solutions, through in the light of the truth, maybe in the end we will be able to truly understand everything.

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I really believe that the world exists through the possibility of creating, the main goal of any kind of art is the personal expression of individual language as a business card offered by simple living for the benefit of all.

We cannot hide indefinitely what our inner interests and fascinations are, precisely because sometimes expression can be relatively painful, we must recognize the effectiveness of saying "That's what I feel right now!"
As for me, even though I didn't always achieve what I set out to do, I always said, "I'm going to go with this! I have to be me!" and this cannot bring regrets, but only the success of a simple satisfaction and in that, sometimes miracles do happen, not very often, but sometimes it can be an original work to inspire us further.:flower:

Life has inevitable and beautiful accesses and if we respond to it alertly and creatively, it can become a useful equity if we manage to preside over accidents impeccably.
We can do this out of the kind of loneliness in the heart of our childhood, precisely because we have no way to get bored of ourselves, because we have the pleasure of practicing life or death at the rank of art.:flower:

Love,
Anca :heart:
Night changes shape to light
Josh Leake - Dusk To Dawn(4:33)

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Lunesoleil

17th November 2020, 11:16

Anka, it's wonderful what you write, it's heart balm and you know we need it to get off the news. These are gold nuggets, consciousness energies that can be called egregore that are useful for the collective consciousness. You are an inspired being and I am full of gratitude for reading these words, the intention of which is to reassure us that we understand that it is enough to feel to live differently.
Autumn brings the beauty of nature to a silvery platter before resting in the winter season. I really appreciated your thinking connected to another dimension of being, a spiritual dimension of the world.
An invitation to the world of inner fairies, it suffices to connect to these enchanting vibrations and escape from the shattering news which is only the result of a temporary collective conditioning which also has its use in the plan of the universe …………. Message of support from soul to soul, message that flies like a feather to land delicately, beauty is contained in the manifestation and this is just one example that we can admire all around naked, it just have a look .....

O Donna

17th November 2020, 18:41

Wonderful posts, just wonderful! :bearhug:

Anka

17th November 2020, 23:19

"Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows the moon"

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Thank you both very much!:heart:

“Be happy, noble heart, be blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt do hereafter, and let my gratitude remain in obscurity like your good deeds.” Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

O Donna :flower:
Your talent, opens to me locks of knowledge with every rotation of the Earth, your voice consumes the story in me, behind your image, in the dawn of my awakening... if you were a butterfly, I would give you the key of my heart to throw it in the most deep Space Ocean, for Nature to bless our inspiration, health and healing of all :heart:

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Your spirit, Lunesoil :star: :sun: it heals just as the stars are healed by the stars in the full festival of cherry forests in billions of flower petals doubled in the mirror of the lake of the celestial vault, which bloom in the warmth of the Sun and close in the fantasy of the Moon, may be your naturalness describes the cycle of transcendence between the night and day, as above the same below. :heart:

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We are all stars in the light powder of the soul!

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“If I had to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine would be blank. On the last page I should write: "I recognize only one duty, and that is to love. And for the rest, I say no. I say no with all my might cause love is the only true feeling.” Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942

Si j'avais à écrire un livre de morale, il aurait cent pages et quatre-vingt-dix-neuf seraient blanches. Sur la dernière, j'écrirais Je ne connais qu'un seul devoir et c'est celui d'aimer . Et pour le reste, je dis non. Je dis non de toutes mes forces, car l'amour est le seul vrai sentiment” -Albert Camus

“All for one and one for all, united we stand divided we fall.”- Alexandre Dumas, The Three Musketeers :heart:

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The aroma of serene days spends a part of me with you
I hide under your warm wing and I'm fine in to the mist of missing trough
The shadows of one star and galaxies that tell me that you will be with me
I have a hard time when I am alone with me and just the "me"
And "I" the book of writing souls in open floating symphony
Two moments golden times are here to be, they will, and are my old and youngest memories

Two scented lights among us happy and alive, the flowing energy's
Configured super-system in dimensions plasma's dynasties
The alley stream is writing with the leaves of trees

I leave the open way... the story it is written anyway
I leave the open worlds accessing only to predicted moment's of today.:heart:

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A blank page in words I can't express...
I can stop the time right now so I can have the pleasure to thank you both, I was venturing through the garden next to the house, trying to find a star in the autumn clouds ...

... but I found instead the pleasant emotion of an incredibly refreshing experience, and the positive impact this has on my health and well-being is truly beautiful undeniable happiness! Thank You!!
I found you two, in my soul, when the mind wrote in the name of the hearts of all beings...

I feel that you are all a part of my writing, by the nature that binds us also aligns us all in this wonderful source so generically called Avalon; what I write belongs to everyone, and the expression of unity through the beauty of our cultures it binds us, immerses us, renews our energy in this wonderful course of flow.I enjoy it...:sun:
Avalon, has been and is for me an exercise in progress, I am still learning to match the freedom to write with the duty to express the beauty of our need, of all, of love.

Writing it may be a flag of freedom of expression, a symbol of the expression of courage in the name of love, and in a society where almost all words seems to cost, it is a hymn that everyone has the right to sing and carry on just love and peace.
The pages written here, born in the flow of this wonderful place, belong to our inspiration, to everyone, they are not mine, mine is only the right to express (in the shade of my inspiration), but I have no right over them, every word that I release , he must bring hope to other hearts, this is my most precious gift, to cherish anyone's life, always trying to write with "drops of life" from heart to heart always.

I am here to thank you for feeling the rhythm of culture, for personally believing that the combination of all cultures and all languages would result in the most complex human alliance unique in the many Universe's.
In all of these ways, the natural environment of Avalon aligns with our inner nature as happy, healthy, loving, giving beautiful people, no nations, only people.:Avalon:

This one little will of love, place our hearts in one good resonance of consciousness, for which I pray, and the freedom represents a profound way of relating to the world, and you both set the perfect example of living its meaning, a means to be present and to live in the moment, one moment means taking life one day at a time and not worrying much about the future. Have gratitude for each day and the simple things.

We slow down the presence in today's happiness and the beauty that surrounds us
thus, perhaps the courage to resonate with a simple life illustrates the value that we are truly immersed in the greatest simplicity to experience it.

The opportunity of the moment, contains, fulfills, provides, implements the center of possibilities to evolve and grow, to develop exactly this moment that brought us here in the most appropriate place where we gain the perspective of time spent friendly, supportive and vibrant in culture and love.
Life is a continuous process of aligning, immersing, and evolving. A change of environment is a powerful catalyst in getting the process continuing...
You need to be relaxed to let in new insights, ideas and creativity, thank you for your inner exploration!
So take advice from a sloth…:blushing: because I have slowed down for a long time and spend some time upside down to gain a different perspective as a real adventure to climb many stairs everywhere...

The scales of consciousness as an approach metaphor, can become intentional movement, structured as a workout, with a no time limit relaxation in , or simply an intentional decision to add more movement to the freedom of the spirit.

Either way you will be building Life-strength and loving "cardio" capacity source for stationary challenge in the dynamism of our awakening.
If I were to wake up now in the midst of other people, the prospect of being honest with myself would restore the naturalness of expression between us, I do not need to touch the deepest thoughts to find the simplicity to say "I'm here", I know that for many it is not easy to express perhaps too personal thoughts, but the idea taken from a simpler perspective of communicating among ourselves in a kind of confession from the heart, is a moment of sharing humanity within us.Even an emoji is enough, without a single, word to make a connection :bigsmile:

Thank you for the generosity with which you open, it is a completely handy issue, it is an exchange of gifts, emotions, moments for which we are grateful,
...I am grateful for this moment, it is a valuable experience, for which I will always make time to remember it.:heart:

With one love,
Anca

Go, Go on LIVE!

Florina - Va, va, vis [ French Lyrics + English translation](4:00)

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Lunesoleil

18th November 2020, 11:39

"Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows the moon"
Today is a big day of revelation, yesterday I watched on youtube three videos in the form of Investigation sessions under Hypnosis with often unconventional revelations and implication with our reality. Don't know if you understand French. There was during a session a cleaning carried out on France because the awakened ones there were only 10% and it took 30% to spread the truth about vaccines to many.
The funny thing is, it's like I got access to another video that really put my heart into it. This morning I experienced a kind of liberation, a great joy.
By reading your answer, late at night, I thought of a woman who was playing the Hangpan in Avignon at the time of the festival (the most important theater and live performance event in the world) I had bought her her CD and until yesterday i thought she was romanian but i just checked she was from hungary its next to you
I just found his channel on youtube

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merci pour la vidéo :dancing:

Anka

21st November 2020, 01:05

Mostly people

Life was not meant to be easy, it was meant to be Life.
The energy to talk about people, to photograph them in our minds, to understand their expression at the right time, to feel their emotions with our own tears, to feel their fears in their voices when they can't pronounce them, to look at them in the eyes, this energy awakens, caresses our senses, propels us into new understandings.

It's a beautiful choice to write about people, it's like when you really meet people, it's a connection in which we can open our souls to people, a connection to engage in the deepest and most ecstatic nature of learning, something so natural that everything can only become a presence of mind and a succession of awakenings.

Sometimes their opposition to seeing things brings a real perspective that changes everything, the courage to try to see through their perspective, gives us a higher sense of wisdom, something that can develop along the way, so patience involves a kind of subsequent satisfaction. It's beautiful.

By engaging with someone in one-on-one perspectives, it is a revealing and fundamental and extremely rich experience, because always waiting to expect the unexpected, the expectation becomes fulfilled in itself.

Maybe the joy of knowing a "stranger" in the first place should also matter because there is par excellence a good way to be open-hearten in a way that is acceptable to the situation, sometimes
if we are truly open, sincere and looking for connection with the simple human nature to honor our true feelings we can bring joy to others.
The meeting between people in general should be a confession, we cannot run a wrong or false diagnosis of some claims and prejudices, so we will never be able to heal ourselves, at least never alone.

The way we engage with someone, the way they express themselves, the tone and language offered, the body language, the discussions about what society directs, about what seemingly imposing life lists, and about what each one may have omitted, we can see that connecting with people is not really that hard, we don't need reasons or excuses at the end of the day, if we manage to do it honestly and in a spirit of unconditional love, we realize that it really isn't at all hard and it's really really simple and really, really real.

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Many times, we stand around what they are experiencing and we realize more about what we are experiencing. We realize that we are all equal. Having people around us, doing what we love, is an inevitable happiness to "end up" in the place where the only choice left is just to give kindness, and to offer a message worth exposing to life on the verge of acceptance, because "people" phenomenon is happening( how it is), dreams going on, creation it finds its purpose, and everything seems to have the destination of a journey of our choice.

Everything sounds nice, the whole planet seems to be online, but real encounters and connections are hard, and being one unknown person also seems hard, but it's still an interesting challenge to be able to navigate this, even if we can't every time to reach the hearts of others no matter how hard we try.

I can say the connection with life is the only one that teaches us to walk, I could meet people who can't speak, but who this experience of their life is a skill or a perspective from which I could learn, I could adapt to what was their only choice.
We live in different complicated times, but what we have at hand to offer, is always space for people, the permission to let them shine alone is with amazing results sometimes.

We must be strong in spirit, we are certainly stronger than any helplessness, we are the true inspiration of the most delicate epitome of resilience. We must allow those around us to shine, we must give them space regardless of their options, we must maybe share the "contagious" hope and justice, in a grateful, positive, kind energy.:heart:

We are in the free zone of smile and will, even if many want to see us in a wheelchair of consciousness, we were each born different by diversity as a unique design, the brilliance of evolutionary experimental necessity reborn us in the aura of another offer of each time in timeless intuitive space allocated developmentally in spirit insertion. If we are all seemingly easy to drive, maybe in the end it does not necessarily mean that we are also easy to conquer. So we are strong.:flower:

We need to be a little simpler, we need to recognize the need to overcome any conventional barrier, we need to understand that we can help with much smaller things, maybe even insignificant compared to real problems, only very potential for quality human connection and interdependence. .

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For example, if something falls from someone's hand on the floor, we throw ourselves to help them, right? A dog may be happy to do this, he has no convention other than to help us, and he is always satisfied.
A few months ago, we saw a drunk person in the parking lot of a supermarket, he collapsed face to face with concrete and scattered his shopping on the floor, and instinctively we ran to help him, to lift him back to his feet like any human being, it deserves to be, I took a bag to collect everything from the floor, it was very emotional.

We can do this regardless of the overall view of the society we are, in extreme cases I am convinced that we can become even more united and then any barrier of independence created becomes independence to remove any barrier and embracing love.

I think life is terribly hysterically beautiful (and I even laughed at it), it's really complete, because sometimes it's possible to laugh at the hardest problem, precisely because we manage to see the fun side of things, just because that if we laugh we frighten any enemy, we dismay him in his own misunderstanding ... and we laugh and laugh and we continue to laugh at his dismay in proportions far too overwhelming as incomprehensible energy.

If we still fall, at least maybe we should know how to fall properly, there are many people whose destiny is harder than life, but they know how to engineer each problem as a fairly pleasant maintenance overall.
Nobody says we have to have unrealistic expectations, and in general and most of the time maybe we all manage to fall, maybe we shouldn't be afraid to fall when others get in our way, if it's unexpected, then we have to overcome fear sometimes, because anyway it will step in our standards, to remember that we have two legs to walk, two hands to offer and one heart to be able to think human things.

We are definitely much more than our standards (right?) Because we can always change them by being directly in being with us. Because normally when we look at each other, we first see people who look like us, and not standards.

I understand that it is not very convenient to approach people on the street and it is sometimes worryingly scary to be able to say something close to the context of the situation, some people do not know how to casually engage in simple connections, sometimes because they are sensitive and / or that they perfect a kind of prelude to prejudice and they cannot overcome it.
But with extremely few exceptions, we are billions of people, many "living alive differences" with the same similarities that can make a difference, if we go beyond appearances; we find what can bring added value to humanity within us, sharing humanity, we gain it more and more with its own value. Continuously.

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If we think that our light lies in the space shared with others, then we are certainly in the light here, in the space occupied by human goodness extended in the value of the right judgment of life to run for the benefit of humanity.

The fact that we read here, already allows access to a wider space of positive energy, the one created by ourselves in human values that make us happy and proclaim ourselves as an independent spirit owing this to humanity, basically to a collective source of life and light.

In shining in sharing, in living inspiring ideas for change, anyone can do that, because anyone has something to give, it's an unseen rhythm of giving in general, there are still good people in this world, there are still good people who need gentle words.:flower:
My tribute could be not for perfection but for the beauty of the power to choose to be mostly just people, and the challenge can be insurmountably enjoyable in fact.

Anca :heart:

Anka

24th November 2020, 00:38

Self funded in the patronage of life
...It's not difficult at all, but very dear loving hard.
(A thousand wrappers in thousands hugs):bearhug:

Yes, I like life. You never know what's going to happen next.
Here we are. This is just a small statement compared to the whole culture of life in the universe. What is beautiful is that we have an enormous harvest of life for the rest of the universe to be able to marvel at our excellence and resilience. If the rest of the truth about life is always gentle in our knowledge, then I could say gently, "Keep me going, going" until the next moment when I will enjoy life. :flower:

I could say: "Please, consider following life" the proportion of the present moment with its own harvest, a kind of coupon stamped in the phase of purchase and sharing satisfaction in priceless movement of a single realization.

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For me, life, has lasted until now in proportion of up to 43 years, or to be 44 years? Who counts them anyway ... life lasted, and I with her. It doesn't matter that it is half life, it matters that I have fulfilled half of the generous offer of life to profess it.
If life were just a hobby, I don't think we could imagine seeing each other than through this wonderful hobby.
And even if it were a hobby, it is in fact a way, a way to manifest ourselves through this act, in the margins of the greatest wonderful show possible.
We will stand in each other's way as in a wonderful play, this makes us enter the beautiful role of applauding at the end both black and white energies, just like in a movie, I think that if we watch a movie alone at home, we will not "blaspheme" the negative characters and we will not love them, because the play itself, for better or worse, was beautiful...that's why we watch it.

Many people may want their awakening directly clean and clear, reconciled in great wisdom, others prefer to deserve the awakening, always planting seeds in the ground, as if the Planet would grow only because of their muddy hands sitting there in the trenches of life with everyone souls, trying to see how the planted seeds bear fruit on other seeds. This is the nature of our souls, we can't pretend we don't see it, we execute it by the mere presence.

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This presence is simply a spiritual experience if we want to acknowledge it, I don't want to write too grandly about it ... but it takes you to a whole other world ... This world. Once you get involved in this.
In this stillness, if we need to have something to do, one would be the presumption that exists for salvation or despair at our choice , somewhere on their edge, we have the freedom to have doubts of each other or both in common.

What really is therapy for each of us? we can spend two hours just thinking about it, and even that could be life therapy. Two hours in which we find a meaning for more space, not looking time for contemplation, but more contemplation to be spent within a time of re-contemplation, not looking ideas for respect but respect for more good ideas for each of us.
People can ask us for advice, we can freely ask for other advice, there is a large family among these great harvests to honor life, a kind of green awakening through the health of nature and nature in people, a complete antidote to the modern world, an intangible space now claimed only by us on the territory of the earth of our soul.

Nature in all living things can sometimes be very rewarding, sometimes things happen when we think not, other times nothing happens when we think everything matters.
It is no secret or impossible to see people with the greatest tendency to compassion, understanding and dedication, we can give through this the most precious comfort possible, time.

Who are you for the happiness in yourself, if you can't count the happiness of those around you?
To have contentment with what we have, from extremely small things for example, we can build a bench and place it in the middle of a space of a community, for all those who want to sit on it to rest, to be able to contemplate the possibility of a better future in such a way that when they get up from the bench, they will be changed into completely different people, because in the spectrum of the product of happiness, magic lies in making gifts. The bench must be build in blossom of art energies to pay the act in self.

I personally would not give up... even after, how long was it? ah..43 years old ..
We only have an infinite spark and a piece of life in front of us, if we walk, we could instead dance, if we look, our eyes should form rainbows in its light, slowly, point by point, step by step, line by line to cross it, packed, unpacked, opening, closing, aligning, every decision made as if in good stages made to the length of expectations, in the wave of encouragement from our hearts and the pleasure of our eye in accomplishment.
The vision realizes the dimension of life to conquer the art of being able to value our contribution.We must not understand, but feel this.
Some may wrap the metaphor of life in white origami flags, or loving greeting cards for anyone, because we also, all come from a more difficult part of the trajectory, we do not have to judge before receiving a gift.

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Some try to use the painful past in order to create something better and useful for those around them, if that is what they have, then they can create reference points and guidelines for the rest of us, in a more positive spirit, and I think there are many like that.

If the need to have this line of life is so complicated by transparency, the awareness of the role of using the line to model another form, brings the possibility of necessity to the opportunity to have that line, in the prospect of great certain relativity. Ours.

If life were a metaphor for a blank sheet of paper, then we have a single sheet of paper and a single life in infinite consciousness to make ourselves useful for what we have in front of us through that paper.

If we cannot create something from what we do not have, then we can try to create something from what we have.
So we all have infinite potential in what we have, everything we are inspires further.

For me to have a blank page of paper means that I can draw something more than words, it means that I can transcribe my sound signal of "sona-hope" in colored dots and lines, it means that I want to be in the middle of people feeling with them, that we must are with all one part of something better, and more valuable for future generations anywhere.

Whether I'm writing on blank paper or making a flower out of it, it means I have to take it little by little anyway, it means I have to learn every step, making a difference not by "one person writing a thousand words" for all, but all to be able to write billions of words on my blank page, if 8 billion words were to write a page of history of the awakening of mankind, this alone could be a collective effort for which the whole process is really worthwhile. :flower:

We have one right to own our lives.:heart:

Anka

26th November 2020, 23:52

One day at a time,

We can't explain what life is, it's a strange and beautiful thing, and we can talk about it, we can write about it, we live it, we can paint it, we can sing about it, sometimes we sacrifice it for other lives, we express life in billions of different ways, but for as long as we are here, some people, animals and Nature, they spend "their time" actually showing us what life means.
If people could love each other as much as our animals and Nature love us, then it would be a different world.

My animals and Nature have become my family, they have become the ones who have never disappointed me, I can communicate with them, I can love them and they can love me, I can trust them, they have no concepts and goals like people.

As professions in this life I have always learned a lot about human nature, but I have come to understand that my journey in life is to show gratitude for all living things, plants, trees, waters.
I've often heard that we have to love ourselves in order to love someone, but sometimes I feel that it's completely the other way around and I really think it works. So I always rush to start loving something else first, as plants, animals, art, music, sometimes people, the ocean and the sky because they love themselves in the perfection of their performance to accept us because they have understood what life is.
"Find what enlightens your heart" I seek first of all the light in people's hearts and when I find it, that also enlightens my heart...it is a simple joy :heart:

We should be in love with the land, many are in love with nature, I am in love with my garden and the land, because it is the corner of the world that I can really nurture and I really feel able to take care of it.
Growing vegetables is always my place of happiness and can be forever in any future, because my romance is with plants and that gives me everything possible to stay in my power to do my best to protect them :flower:

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When I step into my garden, as others step into Nature and love it, and I see what grows, I adore it with pride and pleasure, it nourishes my soul, I simply bloom among the tomatoes, it is not romantic because it is work, it is romantic because the plants are there, routed like me and do everything possible to fulfill their role of flowering and fruiting, and me, to be there, authentic with care to appreciate in the performance of sharing life and its fruit.

And this is life, one day at a time, slowing down in the rhythm of our awakening that provides us with our own time to understand.

We plant seeds of love and life with good intentions, and we see them rise and grow, they are almost like our good deeds every day, we see them reach maturity as we make them more and more naturally inspiring by pure instinct, simple, magical, beautiful and creative human power.

In plants, when I see how fast they grow, I see their potential, understanding their power of life, I see them in a hurry to fulfill their duty correctly in such a short time that for each plant that fulfills its role and then dies, I always manage to see my own mortality and the importance of life differently, both in their beauty.
In plants, I also see the potential to be in the multiple possibilities of fulfilling what we are destined to want to become.

One day at a time, one by one, we continue to do what we believe we should do in this world, sometimes or often, we come to Earth to learn and die, what can we do about it other than a pleasant experience? ? It's up to each of us. Life is essential.

We have planted almost 300 trees in over 10 years and made a very small "fortress" of oxygen for what is around us, some people can not understand, but we understand them, and if we were to die tomorrow, then those trees would live happily as a footprint on the planet, a sign that we've been here.
I'm glad that if I look at them now, I see life, I feel able to see life with meaning.

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When I was very young I always told myself that I was an artist and my ego somehow raised me to a higher imaginative rank, yes, I had a pretty dormant period then, compared to now.
Then gardening taught me what responsible art and the beauty of survival meant, then the impossibility for a while, to move, and to create something with my hands, brought me from the artist phase to the human phase, where I understood that I am primarily human in an artistic performance of understanding life.
Creation in art ... what a beauty act every day, for each of us, the sound, the color, the shape, the intuition, the light, they open our heart, because we have to love what we created, otherwise how could we offer it?
At any time of the day, any day, one by one, always, love is as essential as life, love is the only gift we take with us or leave it as a gift, when we leave.

Anca :heart:

Ernie Nemeth

27th November 2020, 22:47

Don't know why, but this hymn has been in my head for days now. It seems to resonate with my heart and soul.

I always loved this song. Especially the resounding chorus! It is so uplifting.

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I sing it often, sometimes loudly. I love the feel of it in my throat, in my lungs - the expanding love I feel, and the calming message of hope I receive in return!

I love God.

Lunesoleil

28th November 2020, 21:30

We should be in love with the land, many are in love with nature, I am in love with my garden and the land, because it is the corner of the world that I can really nurture and I really feel able to take care of it.
Growing vegetables is always my place of happiness and can be forever in any future, because my romance is with plants and that gives me everything possible to stay in my power to do my best to protect them :flower:

I really liked Anka this return to nature. Next to my house, there is a shared garden. This year I picked up cherry tomatoes that I prefer to those from the supermarket which have no taste. I had planted two feet on my balcony. There was vervaine to make a delicious infusion, sweet potatoes while digging the earth with my hand, what a wonderful feeling this contact with the earth.
There is a big bunch of sage, but I have no use for it. We mainly put sage in stews, simmered meat dishes. Sage today is found in magical rituals by the Wiccans, the new modern wizards of the wilderness.
I like a lot of thyme, rosemary, basil and also fresh cilantro to put in my spring rolls and the cloves in my soups.
Otherwise on my balcony I have flowers, but much less than before

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Anka

30th November 2020, 16:59

Our "not elsewhere"

(A coin for a philosophical story and a settlement for a possible future)

In the midst of the storm some of us are trying to see better this part of the world that we have invented and yet, in the greatest time of creation, we do not take into account that the greatest lesson in the world is impermanence.
The neighborhood of our creation in this world is something we are still learning about, something we can describe but cannot understand.
If we describe the vicinity of our reality as a great flame of light, then we could say that sometimes because of too much light we have the impression that we are burning trying to save ourselves from good or evil, and sometimes the same light does not burn us but it blocks us in a stillness or blockage of living dynamics. In the end it may be the same light everywhere.

In the storm of saying that nothing remains solid and everything is transformed or transposed in different natural ways into other energies, we are inclined to bring death in a terrifying context, given that absolutely everything is transformed. I think if I had deep thoughts about what is black and what is white, then I would certainly draw exactly the result, but I don't.
At least not in a way to bet on the ticket to an absolute reality, the balance is actually, perhaps, about juggling the very elegance of juggling, in or out of any possible reality.

I believe that sincere human contemplation from the depths of the soul and in the sphere of utility, even if it is sometimes raw, is beautiful, gentle and precious, just because it can be among the most human emotions possible, a gift.

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I think we need to know our life story very well though, with all the values we understood in it. Sometimes we have to take a deep breath and say that everything was fine as it was to be for now.
What do we need, just to live comfortably and contentedly?
Some would say: A small roof over our heads, others would say something else, I would say life.
Sometimes we wake up trying to do something different that is not so much part of the whole planetary problem, but on the contrary a small part of where to start a solution without suffering, for a close back future in the now.

When everything we have learned in life and everything we could have hoped for in this life seems completely wrong, when we least expect it, the emotion of rejuvenating our heart takes us by surprise and we begin to live no longer in a way that to postpone the solution, and although we are not at all prepared for this either, we can always choose the path of the heart.
Many of us have lost the melancholy of contemplation, and I believe that many of us walk around with unfulfilled and unprocessed contemplation. Contemplation cannot be compartmentalized, and we cannot do much about it, except to have the availability to give feelings freedom through a kind of sandstorm in loss and tsunami in perfectly fulfilled beautiful change.

Becoming a "part of the problem or solution" we learn more and more that there is no "elsewhere" as long as we do not get involved in our immediate neighborhood, as long as we do not contribute to the arrangement of reality to whose construction we must add deep balance.

We must reach the contemplation of human nature, which connects us as a whole and on the world of our existence, for that we need courage to overcome everything and I know it is not easy. There are stages that everyone needs, but if we find humanity as a common point, we can agree with many changes in favor of others.
Maybe we should "get bored" quickly of any inconvenient situation and say, "Oh..I should have gotten over it by now .." but not everyone can, that's why it's the others and we're all here to help.

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We have this life and death in its path, and we must realize by any means of living that we have no other way than to do it, only to accept both.
Sometimes in the middle of them a grace the size of a void, almost interrupts the course of what we might call the world, so I think that state can continue for a long enough time to wake up in the middle of its creation, sometimes it is possible, to be no other way to be able to send or accept that process, just like in life, is what it is, but we can use it later as a general understanding for anyone and everything.
The pain or happiness of this place is always here, and we have learned to live with it, now we have to experience it by experiencing the only way, that of living.:flower:

I love the ocean, even though I have never met it, but I was often drawn to greet it and write about it, it has become a kind of life-like metaphor.
If we take his waves, they are full of delight and turmoil, they throw us into the open sea and bring us back on the sand, sometimes hitting the rocks, but this is his way of being.
But once we begin to feel the rhythm of the waves and their course, we can cross the ocean boundary through our boundary, there we actually learn to swim in the smooth and calm waters or to go through big and heavy storms.
In the end we will like to swim.
Things will always happen, today it is a raining tomorrow, the past must be sunny in the now, a thunder could tell us that there really is a darker part, to live but even while we are still gathering the good or bad parts to balance nature, this contains a great power to really get to know each other, a great gift through empathy and humanity that belongs to us inexplicably true.

Through any loss it is a gain, through gaining we maybe have lost together as humanity we can succeed in seeing the world not more beautiful but at least as it is, we are those many, ours is the legacy, the future will have to contain also human generations thanks to the existence of the human species as we are, there is no other way than infinity, there is no another part than in the midst of its transcendence.

There is no other way than in the middle of the natural genomic flowering in itself.

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We have already the set for our evolutionary acceleration in the complete geometry of the heart revised in the appropriate consortium always well adequate "computational" human full access, this is not technology, this is the harmonizing sequence aggregating life.

In a seemingly deadly action of life through survival, the profession of being human is randomly based on unrelated connections of real cognitive human equivalence, the one still unknown.

The volume of creating a completely connection map, by the closest replica of the space axis of billions of worlds from the basin of a single cell, by effort, becomes a monument of organic information, a kind of scale of a full solid already measured empty Tare of a single drop of humanity.
Human beings are extraordinary species glorified in the light of life, we can productively put that light back into the system a kind of instant gratification in what we all actually want, in the greatest genuine prospect of becoming, to be.
What would make us perhaps happier would be to create a song of common interest in living in harmony with all of us and Nature, and not to treat this as a reserve of spiritual resources to which we believe we have no access. This is a conclusive firmness that is worth the effort, for it is not worth the effort to seek patience when in fact we should acknowledge our patience in the face of any effort.

Elsewhere, it's not a place to escape, is the first cellular space in the chromatic Sona of the awakening structurally edited in our mass of diversity subscribed under the individual character,
and as no one can encode, duplicate, insert, subdivide, in fact reshape the plasmid mosaic of our choices, we are present in the dimensioned spatial extended pressure of classifying the pseudo-stereotype of life in the origin of the completion of the millennium of genesis.
As we pass.

Elsewhere is the first place we stepped in, after reading here.
Take every step in a good spirit, try the place, you will love it, we don't need signs and names, we just need love. We all walk with life over life, with life on death treading and death in life giving way, if we do not believe that we are strong as humans, then we can believe that we are weak as angels.
In other words, no one can take away our weakness, because we humans, we already have the strength!

Anca :heart:

Lunesoleil

30th November 2020, 19:27

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I love the ocean even though I've never met it, but I often had to say hello and write about it, it became kind of a realistic metaphor.
Oh Anca, I saw your thought directed towards the Ocean. Maybe you saw something else that I didn't see. If it is your wish to see the sea before leaving this world, then you will see the sea. I was thinking that you live far from the sea, but you certainly have lakes as a replacement. The contact of the sea connects us with the divine source.
Before in my old life I lived 20 km from the sea, I did not go there often, the summer too many tourists.
Make a wish, I wish you with all my heart
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Anka

4th December 2020, 00:02

"Make a wish, I wish you with all my heart"..............:heart:.........This is definitely the most inspiring phrase I've ever heard! Thank You Lunesoleil!:sun:

Life, in written notes

We can say with a sincerity that does not bother us, and with a risk already assumed, in any explicable or inexplicable interpretation that we love life. We look as if we are reborn in a volatile spiritual social time over the course of several histories, somewhere in the midst of a growing disintegration of the old and a new ideology of the ideology itself.

We can say that the natural, realistic, deep, possible and true moment perceived instinctively or by overcoming the senses is a pleasant aroma in the seemingly counterfeit nuance of realities.

The routine of life, as in any truth, presupposes a state of essentially, a discovery of melancholy in a fertile balance that we do not really understand, being in fact a kind of process.
We have before us the happiness sometimes discovered by the effect itself
or through different prisms sometimes touched even by our reluctance, without realizing it, the melancholy of truth builds even without our presence, but for us.

The first tip is to believe in life, if you want to discover it, because the prelude to order can be replaced by the perfection of a beautiful chaos such as Nature.
When we lose our relationship with unpredictability, the order of life, also created by man, suffers in the face of the unknown, or receives the pure joy of a commotion of change.

If things did not turn out the way we wanted, we should not blame people, even if they prove that they are the first to be able to do things wrong.
When it is difficult to see love around us, it is equally difficult to develop it in the value of giving it. The predictability we rely on, in a playground created by ourselves, in which we over think and we over analyze in an order that decides that we do not want to embrace the spontaneity of life, it can lead us in a creative exploration of the paradox of the great wonder of meaninglessness pursuit.

No matter how much we can hide our need for love, becoming something we are not, and no matter how much our beliefs might hurt us, love does not ask for anything, does not expect anything, does not lose anything, does not disappoint, if it is real.
Love is only there, in 8 billion hearts, and if we, maybe just let it, it manifests and grows, heals the truth, beautifies the faith and strikes us with experience when we meet it and when we recognize it radiating in the perfection of its success.
Every being has something good in it and we still have to believe that just like we believed in Santa Claus when we were very young. Maybe that's why it's so hard to believe the unbeliever, especially the one that belongs to us individually.

But every obsession of every being can be special if it can "contaminate" positively, because on a personal level, we can find friendship between our reality and our illusions, we need this strategy, we must always have positive resources stored somewhere.

I believe that when it hurts more and more, the success of life exceeds the benchmark of experience and gains its own unlimited confidence, re-making us gain our values at the level of courage to capture life.

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I feel human enough to have moods and events that determine my role here, I write down my life with the care of the man who takes care of other people, and I don't need more than that.:heart:

I take care of the miracle of humanity in a thin but solid thread of thought, not responding to evil with evil, because life alone does its justice when it wants to be.
In the case of those who do not want the best for us, I wish we could leave things as they are, and with the simultaneous pure intention of having no intention, let the nature of time bring justice to our resemblance to those who have done wrong, for that and because we all look alike.
They follow their thoughts, we follow our soul, and in the middle, the difference scares us all, but we are all hurt and limited in guarding the present and the future, our senses sometimes bring without knowing the permanence of the present past as an indisputable experience.

Sincerity reflected through intuition, can be a transition of transformation, when we claim in life, the soul wants the forgiveness of the existence from which the value is consigned.

If we project our heaviest fear of the unknown, the beautiful chaos of love, of passion for life, could save us from the order of predictability.
A path to follow to the unknown? This is the most beautiful magnetic field of awareness in the fruit of a pleasant chaos of change, a change that takes us out of our comfort zone known so far, a state that allows us to have the patience to see more and more beautiful things.

Choices in life can hurt, deceive, disappoint, they can condition, they can take revenge, but they can also understand, they can catapult empathy to the extreme of the unconditional value of offering constant goodness, they can offer higher levels of love than our performance to be able to embrace them, they can offer the force of forgiveness that transcends any helplessness.

Nothing more than to use the words "from heaven" for those around us, to be loving, peaceful, confident, strong, this is our resemblance.
We. That is US.

Remaining in constant forgiveness, it is all we can learn even when we give, it is not an exchange, it is more a flow, because we have to laugh before telling the joke feeling good energy, and we have to cry with those around us feeling the same good energy, through the inexorable connection.

Attachment does not have to be a precautionary consideration, it means a devotion, for me even a blind trust in that gram of humanity from everyone's soul.
I believe that there is no greater proof of soul power than that of opening our hearts to an entire world. Joking in the most serious way and always reevaluating the known possibilities, indeed it is a great challenge to put my soul in the battle of the spears with direct trajectory towards him. But I have no doubt that this is the most favorable position for him.
Because the truth cannot be corrected for those who love him, because permanence cannot be polished, because she is absolutely responsible.
Maybe life does not ask us how we would like to pay for the experience, maybe it rewards the basis of the value of consciousness of the selections made.

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We should not consider ourselves better than others, sometimes better than ourselves, failure lies in the weakness of the paradox, splendor lies in experiencing the weakness of integrity to recognize what we have in common: listening, understanding, embracing, love, tears , trust, regrets, acceptance, change, joy, accomplishments, and everything that can risk the pain of transforming everyone for the benefit of all.

We should take part in the pains of others, putting the truth in front of us, to look us in the eyes, when we really know and can honestly recognize that we are the ones who stand open, vulnerable and sensitive, in front of the whole world as it is, a battle front in the war of reality and at the same time a plan of happiness desired by all.

This weakness under the rain of paradox bullets, requires great courage, because the weakness in favor of love is the greatest strength, because we all have a purpose, and at the moment it happens to be human and this cannot stop us from become free and wonderfully weak as a result of the chosen path of life.

If you want to see the memorial of life, look around you, because it will be here for many millions of years.

Anca :heart:

The Ambientalist - Calling The Silence (2019 Extended Mix)(8:27)

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Karen (Geophyz)

4th December 2020, 00:47

Thank you Anka and Lunesolei. That was a beautiful exchange.

Anka

5th December 2020, 22:38

Before I leave this world
(Daydream between the years)

The exodus of my heart will imprint this world in the citizenship revealed in the vault of all the worlds in which confession is law in the heavy hand of the soul.
The testimony of our heart is the treasure and the celebration by classing a silent revolution at the level of realities that imitate life in front of the altar of noisy universe.
We are all the soul mate of our reality, we keep the secret and the passion of the most twinned motive of truth, we all dance on the edge of an abyss, on the top of the most imaginary possible "if", but the joy is of the dance and not of the fall, by dancing, any fall will be an ascent every time.

We are around the truest self, where love never dies, we are at home, our loneliness, it makes us see the infinity, purity, perfection, connection, resemblance of all humanity, the connection is magical and always goes in both directions hanging and suspending any creativity in a single sense of merging, that's why we still exist, we are still here, at home.
Relationships between people are so intense that we fail to feel them, spiritual communication is devotion, openness and honesty, our trust in each other.
In fact, one of the most painful things right now could be exactly the partnership between us all.
Whatever we do, no matter what we do, we will surely meet our "partner act", in the mirror of a future appearance, there is no doubt and that can only be more: The partnership with our present acts reflected in a fraction of imminent existence.
It's not easy, but it makes you live before you think.:flower:

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Maybe we will not live only once in this life, as far as I am concerned, I say goodbye to the future embodied in the past, to surpass the present.
The speed in this is beautiful, unforgiving reliable, tempting and full of traps, but it is also forgiving and belonging with all the effort to fall in love with the moment, triviality makes it wonderful incompatible easy achievable.

The mirror of the temptation of reality begins with the end of life in front of the true miracle of life, as many times as necessary.
We cannot resist without independence, we do not need witnesses to endure the pretext of this paradise, but we need witnesses to experience this Edenic atmosphere of fireworks under which we sacrifice, the secret of longing for freedom, because we are not prepare from ourselves authority so that we can endure terrible happiness.

We are terribly hungry to fall in love with the truth, so we sometimes manage to invent some conceptual surrogates to distance ourselves from it, we are so vulnerable and innocent in the face of the mass options for which we feel we have the freedom to choose. The truth has no options and yet we always give it the chance to save the appearance of our helplessness, believing in our comfort that we must find it and face it in exchange for the lack of comfort to simply recognize it.

If tears of happiness or sadness are a wonderful algorithm, why not start preparing life right now with great ingredients, start mixing them throughout your life, for example the joy of having dinner outdoors under a the curtain of the starry sky, without losing at all from the show, the art of conversation, that of giving the fruit of life in the goodwill of sharing joy, being there, breathing in totality, present.

If we always hear and say that we live "in a crazy world" where people are fractured and separated, why not make it a great joy to start being the first to invite the joy of other people's presence into our lives, and why Wouldn't we make this an ultimate goal? What do we have to lose?

Because maybe we have nothing to gain but what we didn't really set out to do?
What incredible relief could resignation bring us in an empty space, where we set ourselves naked to an unknown target? When in fact the journey in one's own joy is an amplification of creation, an explosion of art that we must continue with the same passion, the most important ingredient can be the Nature of each soul in all the colors and sounds of the echo of life.

Whatever we may undertake in this life, we will willingly or unwillingly leave some roots from which to sprout again.:flower:
The soul mate of our inner recovery goes hand in hand with us, it is maybe given to us and we are(maybe) destined to share the moments of embracing our anonymity and never giving up our resemblance, because we know what we could not afford in to the details of " we never know ". So maybe we shouldn't destroy our roots, we might need to rise again.

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Blessing is the richness of leaving the Nature of our soul in connection and communion with the experience of beauty, we must leave "the State" in a greater balance and shape than we have found her, and yes, this may be a stake of relativity that plays the very plane of life.

We have been practicing the unlocking of superiority since childhood and experience can fabricate contradictions counterbalanced with the sphere of our patience, but the synchronization of wisdom is the first sign of the answer to the question in returning to ourselves.

If you have reached the age of 80 and you think you are 18, this is a good thing, I looking at my age and i can see nothing but one proof of life, me.

Before leaving this life, I will write in my life diary everything I would have wanted to write after leaving, I will do everything I love, I will live the rhythm of life to give it back to Nature, I will die slowing down the passage of life to the rank of unplugged living freedom, I will give back to Earth the alienation of gravity until my heart will rejuvenate increasing the authenticity within inner all way's resemblance .
Before I leave this world, I will follow the poster of my departure,
for the purpose of the future partnership with the anticipation of the fulfillment of the new presentation, the formula bases the declaration in the implication of my sufficient interest to capture the truth between so called times.
I will be gentle, I will be a benevolent "fanatic" in favor of the beauty of life everywhere, I will be below the waves, because I will harvest what I have sown and above the storm to reconnect the perpetuity of love,
I will re-connect, to the level of a point put on paper by a pencil tip, the metaphor for the adventure of our union as a race, I will make life happen for me waiting for me to embracing waiting, I will take the cheapest train to my last adventure.

And because we are not so different, the miracle at the end of the day, against all odds, behind the scars and mud that should make us courageous in one race on the wheels of feelings, we will go ahead as leaders,
resolutely occupying the accent of life, we are all human, a piece of life in a seemingly forgotten craft.
But we represent the secret of the most creative notions in wonderful focus, in a gentleness bound dearly over the railway of the train of light that does not stop, we are undertaken over by the beauty within; when we shine in the message after the wisdom of courage, in the secret of adventure dedicated to our time already cultivated to share ideas, we are the heroes of a fairy tale roof and a cup of coffee.:flower:

There is no hierarchy, more promising, than the first place divided in contexts of locations, maybe I am "old-fashioned" saying that I am the happy owner of an beautiful empty tomb in this world and it is a constructive therapy to vitalize our reflection of all connections over time in this wilderness of healing, but,

-preserving the fullness of what is essential, in this great conquest, makes me prepare my imagination close to the tribute of contributing to a better world, in the fascination of exploring capturing the magical, even during my departure, over border, under wonder, finding regenerative meaning, a kind of permanent playground anyway.

“It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.”John Green, Paper Towns
Love,
Anca

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Anka

8th December 2020, 22:00

Are we ready?

We walk the path of awakening, alone but together, and we have always had the strength to continue, we are still here, and our reality together is happening to us right now, this is us.

We have long since begun to contemplate life.:heart:
If we have ever tried to say goodbye to our encyclopedia and receive the collective response that everyone has something to say about our departure, isn't that the biggest threshold at which inspiration exceeds motivation?
Why can't we say beautiful things to each other every day of our collective life except in critical moments?

The moment each one tells people what he really feels for them, the moment when everyone gets the honesty to recognize the human being, the one under the guise of the system, then the relationships between people become much more special, much more vulnerable, much more open and much more honest, where one can freely talk about really real things, in this way learning from each other.

Precisely because we are so sensitive, people do not dare to say how they feel, they do not dare to share, although they must keep trying, because it is fair to be loved, and the only way to be loved is to offer love, always more.

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Some of us will always have to be brave enough to take the first step, are you one of them?:flower:

The collective community should be created through truly real connections, the connections could sometimes emerge in a lot of creativity that brings happiness and contentment to those we love.
What is your community?:flower:
Because if you belong to a real community of beautiful people who smile, who hug, who help and understand you, then you must surely love them dearly hard!

The reason we are still here today is that powerful and noisy energy of support and healing that we have all shared so far. We can do better.
If you have tears in your eyes when you try to put intuition in the deepest and most honest way, feeling the truth by saying : "Love makes the world go round", then yes, it's all about love.

If we get to a point in our lives where we end up saying that death isn't really that serious, then life isn't really that serious either, except that both are important in the path of our awakening only once.

If things are not as good as we hoped they would be, then they certainly shouldn't be as bad as we think.:flower:
A state of balance, must not be found, it already exists, we just have to feel it and feed it, not wanting it to happen soon or early, it is a kind of motivational movement, motionless, spiritual, relentless and unpredictable true, a state of intuitive miracle from self free.

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If we think we are not okay with whatever might be possible, then maybe we manage to let go, maybe we need to understand what that clearly optimal reinsurance brings to us, the one we want, and maybe at some point, if we are indulgent enough with ourselves, we will find that reassurance that "all will be well, no matter what that means!":heart:

Love cannot be preserved in fear, the courage to begin to recognize clearly and ethically the extent of love that worries us, can be grandiose at any time if we allow this, and what can be more magical than becoming real to ourselves and others?

I am here, on a certain unnamed Tuesday in December, when I reached the limit of a real evening, what could be simpler than that?:happythumbsup:
There is no mystery in this...
When I was young I was terribly scared to death, it was like something extremely scary, I said that when I was dead, then I would be nothing, because I thought everything would be so much "finished" and not alive.
I think this feeling is a precious one though, almost magnificent if you can imagine how much you have to achieve in this life, you can almost enter into a pleasant panic,
wishing you had a million lives in one so you could do everything you set out to do
. That's us.

So it would be good to start working, to leave our physical or spiritual imprint here, it is an unthinkable imprint, which will exist in this space and will remain here.
If you take your heart as a painting, then you can see the contribution of each sincere friend, part of it remains painted on your heart, each character has the same story of diversity, a kind of arrangement of meaning and color takes shape in the image of that magnificent painting.
That's life.

If it's hard to gather people around you, and you feel like they're all just shadows fading away, then take courage and look into their eyes, where you will see nothingness and you will understand that they are nothing without you.
If from that point, you begin to appreciate their presence near you and that's all,
then, maybe you will be able to notice more and more details that always build you other awakenings, a conversation, a gift, a good deed, a sunny morning, a flower, a book, a walk, a hug, the wind, an emergency , a re-relaxation, a smile, a paragliding flight, a glass of wine, a poem, our children or a scuba dive, a tasty meal, a pet, a movie, a quote, a gentle word. They are all here , at our fingertips and we have the freedom to observe them, because we know it: "will not be forever".

There is nothing academic or societal preferential in the real question: "Do you have a good time?":happy dog:
For example, if you see some ducks on the lake and you go to feed them, then, deep down you know how important it is to be with the human beings around you, then you really have a good life, there is no doubt, because then you are able to help human beings too and understand them...right?

Sometimes, we may not be the most perfect beings, we have our states, but we must have the courage to recognize the moment and share it as it is: "I'm sorry, today I can not be a perfect human being." We can't always be happy, so we better be real, We're here, "here" is enough to make us real, so it's okay and even great.

Sometimes if we become exactly what we want to say, then "meaning makes sense", because if we live close to the experience of those around us, we experience the richness of thinking more and wanting to understand the world more, but for the most part, being and staying so close to others, we always learn something new about ourselves.

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All people have these particularly creative moments in which they understand others, these moments are actually wider than the people themselves, they occupy a very important space in the imaginary part that works without knowing how, better and more perfect than "according to the plan " And that 's magical also.

The world shows us that we need extremely more creativity, that's why we are looking for entertainment, but as life is an art that we have to make from our design, then we have to produce something that really deserves this creation that made us human beings in the first place.

If we are ready?
If we are ready to let ourselves be carried away in the story, it can be a real adventure worthwhile when we make others dream.

Did I tell you about my sunrises? The sun always comes back.:sun:
Did you recently saw a child pointing his finger at the sun, talking to you about the dog, about the toys? Doesn't that give you the feeling that you have to understand what it means to finish the mission you started?

The days when I hoped desperately that I will have wish to be there still, and the nights I died, I woke up on a normal morning, making myself a hot tea and a slice of butter with jam, falling in love with the sun's rays, wishing I was close to people.:bearhug:

If you are there somewhere, looking at two old women picking up their daily newspaper, if you are there dreaming of a beach, if you are there surrounded by worries, if you are there being satisfied, if you are there wanting someone next to you, if you are there longing together with life, how much I would like to reach out and offer you an orange! It's just my hand and an orange, and my promise that I'm here too and I'm ready.:thumbsup:

Please be inspired to find the people around you!

:) Anca :heart:

Androcell - Seahorse Dreams (2013 Remastered) [Vid](7:53)

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Lunesoleil

8th December 2020, 23:50

We walk the path of awakening, alone but together, and we have always had the strength to continue, we are still here, and our reality together is happening to us right now, this is us.

It will take a lot of imagination to shape our dreams which do not stop at the front door of the Hereafter, but accompany our soul into our eternity. For that we have to win back our child's soul, to go and rediscover it, like when we were still a child.
As far back as I can remember and which is etched in my memory, I was on the sidewalk in front of my parents' house playing with the ants. I wasn't trying to hurt them, at that time I was perhaps group aware, because ants are a society with these rules, know-how and interpersonal skills. We have a lot to learn from ants, because their life is very similar to that of men (metro, work, sleep). Moreover, there is a French author who wrote a triology on ants Bernard Werber
Imagine if like Alice in Wonderland we fall into the rabbit hole without knowing what awaits us on the other side, access to another world.

It reminds me of a poem I wrote ...

Everything is absence for those who want it.
It is enough to convince of the contrary.
To create a magical universe.
Take over an activity.
Then by this force of nature.
We are becoming somebody, I assure you.
Exciting and balanced.
But before this electrical phase.
A last essay of the literary type.
After this final layout

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the colors of the seven chakras to optimize the energies of the kundalini

1st chakra (red): I am
2nd chakra (orange): I feel
3rd chakra (yellow): I want
4th chakra (green): I like
5th chakra (blue): I speak
6th chakra (indigo): I see
7th chakra (purple): I know

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Anka

10th December 2020, 10:25

Declaration of life
And the sparrows are still flying.

I give myself the kingdom of life, for a blue flower.

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At the edge of our life, indivisible, indestructible knowledge still tells us, bargaining with a kernel of the reason for life, that the root in us is the soil of a prior towards the second birth at the same time of wisdom.A minute of clarity can bring us the satisfaction of continuity.

Our soul still flickers cheerfully and bravely in the surrounding darkness, two steps away from any stimulus it deforms from our presence, but still remains straight and strong, it defeats the light gaining the rigor and freshness of life, it burns irreversibly in the grace of quality to transmute beauty illusion.

The apogee of a spiritual material time can change the moment of life into a sacred tragedy of fate, undoubtedly changing the vice of survival into a genetic instinct in perfect natural effect, a higher stage of transforming cruelty into a feeling of becoming again. So there is pain, joy and transformation proliferated into the uplifting passion of people's bravery.

I recognize myself as a stranger, indivisible, in the richness of the prevalent quality of believing in absolutely nothing, but in the meantime I write with my hand on my heart the laws of sky's traveling towards me and through contemplation of one balance.

From the top of the mountains the twilight blows with red lips and yellow eyes of jealousy on the human being, blows in the spike of some clouds and ignites the embers hidden under the ashes under our thin skin.
Awakening the flame that burns in us limits time, flies above immortality as non concept of will, transforms the house of our soul into a constant emerald hourglass, connects consciousness to all times and recognizes the fundamental network, synthesis does not interact, sharing is not acquired, information is not composed , the cortex of the resulting block belongs to the whole real awakening under the codification of the archetype represented about our inner world fully correlated.( A sort of prayer for nothing but one consciousness )
This is just a moment of life, a shared smile, and the smile is actually lived, it cannot be written.

If this were the last journey now, until the next second, then a warm, sincere, honest smile can load joy and happiness in a moment crowded with the metaphor of the soul.

The fireworks this year will be intense, spectacular, metaphorical, an exploration of indescribably invaluable important beautiful walk, in the habit of relaxation, transport and accommodation, a journey between two years that unite only for us to find comfort recognition, rediscovery and freedom!

The transition between the two years is not a coincidence, it is a confirmation attributed to the overwhelming of grandiosity, cleanliness existence and beauty shared, inspiring an air of strength that we can do absolutely anything, reading in the starry greeting card of the universe in a silent, good way, but breathing calmly and resolutely about our smile that the soul still wears on human beings, us, here in the gene of a world crossed by oceans of light, we declare life.

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In the lighted shadow of the perfection of the singularity of a star life, balance hurts sweetly in transit among us all.
"Time passes, time comes, everything is old and everything is new, what is bad and what is good, you just ask yourself and count, do not hope and do not be afraid, what is the wave as the wave passes, if he urges you by calling you , you stay cool."(Eminescu), and be.

We all need a state of wonder, we all want that embrace of light that cannot be detached from the soul, that embrace that quenches our thirst for the longing to be loved, in the fire of a passion that betrays life and always carries with us the paradise of transformation.

We have at hand that hug with full meaning, we have that kiss of divinity that leaves us breathless and puts our minds on the shelf, all that remains is the semitone in accordance with the heartbeat and wanting of now. We can romantically fall in love with life in seconds of big or small years.
The sensitive chord of every love story in the summary of life proves that we are the highest creatures under the endurance of the sublime ideal.

We humans are the heroism ennobled by beliefs and reason in the supremacy of force, convincingly loaded in an immense glory of immeasurable genius, we are the code that corrects, induces, intuits, means, discovers, places, attributes, completes, we are a force of love and war that starts easily and ends hard.:flower:
But what can we do with all this without ineffability, if we were no longer be as we are, otherwise, we would be just ordinary people being, originality in an existential humor of purity and intelligence that measures, gives the arbitrary mistake in admitting creation. We have everything at hand.

If man sits on the throne of existence in factual exaltation, then what can complete it apart from the necessity of the sublime, an altar that sanctifies the heart, fertilizes life ?, the resurrection of immortal invincibility through tears? if intuition completes in the aspiration, the virtue of the sublime, sacrifice in the gospel of life full of parables, perfects the halo of one soul.

The soul conquers the sanctuary of the discoveries of space in us, an eagle dominates the flying temple, conquering the space where the earth ends and where the surrender opens the sky, the life that lasts the longest, is the life that has not ever returned.

Our permanent aspiration is an ideal art, which through perfect, clear, harmonious, rational, ironic and romantic balance, can illustrate from a distance, the preoccupation of life, transfiguring the full maturation of any reality.

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If we look up somewhere in our immediate vicinity looking for the meanings of nature, aspiring to the ideal through a nostalgic return to our own appearance, the age of dreaming when death seemed somewhere far away brings beauty when we learn to die close living during the depths of life.
A tender feeling of love and beautiful melancholy, in the perspective of a burning fire of knowledge that all the waters of the great planets cannot extinguish, because we are like our own dream, invoking at every step, without knowing the great secret of rebirth, is our trust in us.

This is a small declaration of life, a creation that transcends time to ephemeral, a proletarian refuge of nothingness in writing, a declaration also subject to passage, adaptable to defeat the absolute not by decipherment but on the contrary, in the unmistakable replica of the definition of life.
The important thing is that no one should give advice.
Each of us should have his own discourse so relativist that the art of always moving it to another niche, leaving room for the grace of chance, it should be the concrete summary of discretion towards ourselves, the most intimate match with the soul being the nobility of meeting necessity in what can save the insistence of form.
We are not able to build recommendations for our fellow human beings, we are basically the same.
Spiritual independence requires maybe as the first condition that if we think that we should not think, then the lack of action consumes the time of attachment, when life knocks at our doors, we know that we must not rust the seconds in the middle of a clock that shows us nothing victorious, we know that "us happening" depends only on us, we expect nothing more than the great attempt to outline this.

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The world is a super serious place to live right now, so I've decided to take a short break from it by writing something to you.

Print the flower life blue ink to be the natural indigo of your grounding, and I hope this finds you in great joy, with the same joy with which I produced it, because there are no words to express steadiness of life.:heart:

EFO

10th December 2020, 22:22

Anka

11th December 2020, 18:53

This is not a post, necessarily useful, it is not about something, it is about the most expensive and priceless, value of our days. Time.

There is a difference between speaking and writing.
1. The word "To speak" (in Romanian) has 39 definitions;
2. The word “To write”, also in Romanian has 28 definitions;

The Romanian language has 4000 stem roots in such a way that almost absolutely every word has endlessly opposite meanings and if you add to this, the inflection of the voice, it has even more contradictory meanings. So it's fun.:happythumbsup:
In Romania, when a child is born, we say "Long live your child!" and strangers might ask, "Why wouldn't my child live?" If you call a medical emergency, you say you're calling "salvation," which refers to the hospital car, not a spiritual rescue. There are other meanings such as : I am going in to salvation of a beer tonight, or salvation as relaxation or expressions in the description of a painting, or salvation as an expression by which you bring an amendment or emphasize an argument.
The difference between speaking and writing can be expressed in more circumstances than we could know, in both there is grace and art, both can be useful for each other or even unnecessary at all, somewhere in the middle is an exercise of intuition, courage and will.

I know and see very clearly that my writing is: on average almost two A4 pages (written size 12 Arial or Calibri, without empty intersections between the lines) that's why it's called writing.
Without any connection, between writing, speaking or reading, I prefer to read, of course quality comes before any action in life.When I was very young I read 40 pages without realizing when I read them, now because I don't see well at all even with glasses, the reading "hurts" a bit my eyes.

Having more time to read, means that we have already adjust something in our available time, because I for instance, have all the time in the world to write.:flower:

If we read in search of information we will have to take in our search the value of syntax and the power of expression, so that we may not lose our intuitive and innovative ensemble of the purpose of our knowledge, it is almost survival if "we think in time".

But it makes me very happy to also to write, and I write doing what I like, which is why I consider myself lucky because I can write with pleasure.
The is no difference between readers and writers in the often printed and accumulated energy.We are the same.

There is also the interference of the difference of language and expression, modules of synthesis and adaptation because I write in English Language what I think in my native language, with large, and at the same time small manageable differences, so the operation is composed from several factors: individual information, inspiration, intention of creation, form of transposition, over creation, energy suitable for motivation, the right time and not the necessary one, and the playback flow, the timing, the structure and above all the essence.

Then comes the translation, adaptation and writing in English that I enjoy, because it takes for me a few hours, certainly more than it takes up readers' time, but for me it is an effort that I consider as such, especially learning how the metaphor can unite several foreign languages, given that I know a few more foreign languages.A German employer asked me a few years ago, "Do you think in German or do you speak German?" and I couldn't fully answer that, because it was more, something totally natural anyway.

If I listen to a report anywhere posted on the media, for example 3 hours (thanks to those who indicate the reference times in which the topic is specified) it takes maybe sometimes longer, than reading two pages of metaphor.
My topics are not news aggregators (I think the field of news is pretty well covered all over the world) and sometimes a news story in a newspaper deals with a single essential topic on a few pages as well.

When we look at an art film I don't know if it would be okay to look only at its first half, when we look at a work of art we can't abstract half of the statue, it represents a single block of energy.:flower:
I can't halve my energy, the subject is not complete without my full energy. When we cook we cook the food to the end wanting to get the right taste for our preference.
If I were to describe my writing in general, it would be like a book I write about in a single energy, a book placed on a fairly stable and precious shelf over time, a book that the dust deserves to sit on.

And as a book can be opened at any time, and at any age in our lives, whenever we want to read something in it, there is no rush to read it in due time ... if for me it is a relaxation to write it , why shouldn't it be a relaxation for the readers to be able to read it anytime, it is always in the same place, it doesn't go anywhere.:flower:

I serve this wonderful source here, at an intensity equal to serving my own source, so it is a fair equidistant respect whose effect can be felt in the text.I have never monetized my writings anywhere, and I will not.

I have enough time, my current situation has shown me that I really have more time than necessary, I have time to work, to clean, to take care of a garden and to preserve everything, to raise animals, to write many poems, to crocheting, making fine art, writing handwritten letters, taking care of my family and all friends and in the meantime enduring all this almost constant pain in my body, I have time to love this world, in my own way.:heart:

So I save enough time to be honest enough with myself to give completely what I have to give through my art of expression or silence.
There is no alliance regarding the choice between people and the will, above my will I always choose people.
Nature cannot be stopped from its own existence of contemplation, it dreams in seasons and phenomena like humans.
If we are in a world where people are seemingly immersed in more and more mistakes, then perhaps every mistake or misunderstanding has its merit of reward and change.

I am not here to psychoanalyze my writing, it would seem to me an ego exercise to do so, I feel compelled to give something useful in this ether subordinated and un-subordinate to life.
I don't feel at all capable of writing on other networks and I don't understand the genre at all, I can't write in short bursts of inspiration, and I don't feel able to fragment my emotion, I can't compartmentalize my creation ... although I know that time matters...for the readers :bearhug:

This is not a replay to anything, except for this "creature" named "time", so because I have already filled the two pages, writing about my writing, I am honored to dedicate my positive thoughts for tomorrow's future by dedicating all my passion that i could offer in the best I have.
Especially in this hard times. :heart:

And I could enjoy Christmas, gifts, lights, carols, kindness, shared love for beauty and joy, inspiration for good thoughts and connection between us, because the holiday is in just one smile and nothing more.
And because I am actually in full and constant joy this Christmas, in which I understand only the joy of the holiday and the possibility of being happy, tonight I work happily for a miniature village where I built houses and Christmas trees, it seems so trivial and yet so important as an energy fund.
I wish all people, despite the global situation, happy season!:Party:

With fun,
The same Anca :happy dog:

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Anka

17th December 2020, 21:31

“It's better to burn out than to fade away.” Neil Young

Random resolution

The world is full of people who have impressive stories with good, constructive energies capturing beautiful and meaningful in the essence of life.
We cannot inspire change each separately, even if change happens and we step in with it. It is not always easy and it is always more.

How many times have we got a clear picture of all the good people we want to meet?
Every time in our lives we have also learned that people can surprise us in the most beautiful ways, that there are still people out there somewhere who have enormous passions for their good hearts.

Drawing the line for our passion for life, we discover the future every day as it is, just to further explore the likelihood of always being more able to train ourselves in recognizing that there should be more beauty in the world.
Persistence in my journey is not an obligation or an identity, resonance seems to be correct, reassuring me that the correlation is superlative, somewhere where the egalitarianism of a solution does not even balance the falsity of a truth.

It's so hard to be able to create a single corner of the alternate universe in this world, but I've always said, "Let's move on and support each other here on this planet," even if some don't understand what others are doing.:flower:

I hold a note in my pocket like a shiver down my spine, I hold it tightly in my pocket ... I will keep it all my life, just to bring a happy morning someday for people! I drown easily in how gentle I am sometimes, yes I'm fine. I'm good when I know I just want goodness for all the opportunities.
Many wonder how we can create the human part as part of being, just as many wonder what, the hen or egg was in the beginning ... interestingly, the hen fulfills its role successfully and people should also.

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(Sequence) from my chronicles of fantasy stories for children :”Back in the walk-light”:

“A voice is heard in an unknown language: "Let him go to come to us, for him".
Outside in the snow of a lost world, he tried to be with the world itself in his footsteps as if time was measured only by every step he took.
"I'm on my way in no man's world!" another voice said. Did his conscience speak for itself? The darkness spoke deafeningly about nothing. And Nothing was so present, infinite everywhere, was that a nature? The lowest "deep all" wave of the green sun moonlight storm of time?

In the absent illustration of a world gone or always in full coming, the call back to return to the future of a memory in the perspective of the lack of time, is calling him. He heard nothing when the silence was interrupted by the silence of the lack of light in no time speak.
He walked incessantly on a single path with many two infinite directions, telling himself in the limits of space card: "I could die to be able to change, if only I could change, nowhere to go and to be free everywhere. What an irony’”

It's snowing outside non-stop but bivalent, a thought interrupted by the footsteps in the snow, is already starting yesterday counting the remnants of today for a long time already ... as if the synapses count the particles in advance for an unstoppable gravity.
"I am strong", he said:
And my hands burn when I challenge them to come, the humanity in me is like a bullet waiting for the trigger of the already armed life button.
Swimming and still swimming… I don't know how long I will have, but I know that I can extinguish an entire Earth with water from me and my water can only be extinguished by another ocean ... I pray to the starry sky when I see myself down there, meditating listening, on the soft grass, I wonder if anyone here hears me about the hot earth that seems to be drowning me in a promise of a dream.
I want a deeper life, so come ignite me, I want it to be tonight, the fire and the water is already lighting-starting, the water has been waiting for a long time now, just bound to a saving Boat.

The answer came without an echo effect, under water sky: "we come from a long-standing wave, you remain motionless until in to the light you fade, snowy for hours and flooded with many rainy days, let the sun in.
Yes, we see you feel patient but only until dawn, your morning in the full joy of awakening is.was. will be, our end of the road, where we can no longer sing, where faith in warm gravity gives us another refrain of silence, a new mission to count your expectation to see us enlightened in the water-sky."End of sequence.

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Our care for others

I essentially believe that we can resonate together at any time, the real value is in you, in me, in all those who read this writing and especially in those who do not read here, every human being has talents, the first is our inherited nature.:flower:
I don't know if we will ever find a good answer, it would be better to recognize where our start begins and to urgently recommend ourselves to follow what we really like even if it is the opposite of the system.
I agree to have a house, a job, but where do we start living? Where do we start to agree with ourselves, because life belongs only to us!

I was near people whose doctors counted their days of life, it was as if every day I gathered for them all the material manifestation to recreate life in every moment, as if you were trying to build a clay pot, you never let him go.
A kind of self-proclamation in life, it refreshed their imagination absolutely, even for the last days when it was just almost near life, they imagined their entire capacity of life, so I had to give a kind of "molecular" confidence to any imagination that was the matter of survival itself. It is not enough to act in just imagine, it is the imagination itself imagined for the strength we have to give to others.:flower:

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We can look each other in the eye every day, we can, through a single sincere gesture of trust, give energy and life. I loved them all, because even on the last hundred meters even if they showed like only some "appearances of life" they were almost smiling in the twinkling of an eye and some were even funny.

So, in my dream, I believe in the probability of the possibility that I think we can try to create small real connections with those around us (that's why it's called a dream) but I really believe that if one of us sees through the goodness of the soul, the other, the whole story of the life of the one next to him, all his emotion, everything that happens in his life, everything that he has experienced and understands, then the miracle of true friendship happens.

It is not the best solution, but it is the most handy, we must be in good contact with each other more than ever! We need to expand our network of good people in our vicinity, we need to know how to grow good energy from our common roots, together we can vibrate more strongly, we must know that, it is survival and way of life at the same time.

We share together, we exchange feelings, we negotiate together, this is about the nature of nature in all of us, we talk about the planet we talk about life, and it can become more and more challenging to understand, so it is so important to start working together and to protect ourselves together in advance, perhaps for the first time in human history.
If you feel that warmth inside you, then make love visible to everyone, expose yourself with courage.It might be the only chance.

“Anyone can find fault. It is the wise person who finds that which encourages another in the turmoils and strife of the day.”
― Edgar Cayce

Anka

19th December 2020, 23:03

While we occupy Our space

I remembered that I existed. And you, and us and all, a perfect heart in the infinity of an ephemeral page of light.
By virtue of the beauty of the human race and the innate goodness of those who express it, I am here to develop, in the serenity of the deepest winter, a small resemblance during the most invincible wonderful summer in the souls of us all.
Do you feel the beauty in your souls? Do you know how many times you brought a ray of sunshine to the souls of those around you? Do you know how many times you have risen to the space of your soul so wide and good?

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After all the storms of the soul and those of Nature within us, we are still here, having all the creativity of our ability to model, to assemble, to allow our miniature so full of light to learn yet.
However, a consistent space still covers our content, so variable in such a perfect collaboration with life.
If this were the time, then I would not try to align absolutely anything, and while I strongly believe in the glossary of pure chance to manifest nothing in the greatest spark of possibility of billions of probabilities, permeable, complete, extended, intensity it goes beyond the event, so I couldn't even call it an experience, but much more.

I think we can be a little freer in our expression to express ourselves for others, we need moving words, those that move the soul, those that bound and liberate, those that love and heal, because our expression as human beings is to Move.
The mobility of our expression of being totally sincere can replace words and can open an open dialogue with the whole world, because beauty remains placed in our connection to be free to move as we want to move in the desire to be all together .

I don't think we need repeated triggers to fragment the connection, I think we need the clarity to have the courage to let it go in to the bound. If you recognize your emotion in the space of your own experience when you recognize the connection with others around you, then the reunion remains unlimited in its entirety. There is no maintenance for something perfect.

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The space in which the treasure of the soul vibrates, the harmony and the full gift of the particularity of the moment embrace the resource of grace, and the space becoming its own "fuel", can be felt.

The condition of composing a state for our connection is important only insofar as its quality surpasses any imagination, if we managed to look with the heart, if we managed to walk with the heart picking all the thorns during all good expectations, if we sowed our resemblance in the example of good manners and well-being, if we lived simultaneously in the mirrors of our soul, then we really know what the connection of human beings can mean for our planet, because it is made only once.

If you miss the people you love, and they are right next to you vibrating in the center of your heart, and if you still miss them, then you can truly feel human beauty and the sublime charm of simplicity, then you can discover with your true space and the worlds you are in, the authentic parable of the author in you, in an almost interesting paradox, maybe even one that you signed with the seal of your awakenings everywhere.

What can equate beauty with beauty itself? just what we call a few grams of happiness in active consistency.
We cannot render the sensitivity of infinity, we cannot borrow time in the repercussion of its inconsistency, but we can catapult the heart to the other end of courage not as a challenge but as a becoming through unconditionally given unconditional love, a kind of brilliant comradeship of the moment ready to explore it, and we can experience it, because if the truth does not begin with love, then perhaps the search is no longer relevant but only its feeling.

Our dance of communicating with those around us should be in harmony with the beauty of our uniqueness, once we begin the dance of authenticity, it can no longer be stopped, magnificence surpasses any determination.
Our contribution to the steps of life in relation to those we meet, is the inspiration to not really know the steps, but to be able to feel how the dance comes alone in the inner wonder of our perfection.:flower:
Our loneliness is effective around everyone else,:bearhug:
an elementary journey incessantly transcendental in an ecstasy of sharing and a beautiful creative madness that crushes the whole reality, precisely by transforming happiness into a value absorbed as an integral effect, the scent of unborn thought, the voluntary enthusiasm of one's own involvement in one's own mechanism that we can never deny it again.
The fruit of lack of work, surpasses any sweetness of the action of waiting, the impact of importance is transient simultaneously with our astonishment
the discovery of our space when space discovers us sinks into deep depths our forgotten need, because the omnipresence will never be delayed.

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In the charm of parallel premonition, always clean this space of our souls by filling it, maybe it was never ours, so maybe we should take care of it, for all of us, remember not to forget our meeting, preserve the volume without action of control of the highest interior space, designating dimension and time mass liquidizing the moment in the external equation, of the surface limitation of reality.
Register your soul space in the weight of each opportunity, the resistance to advancement writes in the absence of impulse, the force of inertia through stillness in reflection should consist in mastering our soul space.
The diagram of the axial force of the circumstances in our existence, is the supreme ally of our vocation for life, the whole is wider, so in the breadth of our soul we should listen by occupy and fill the space.

Our diversity occupies space and time of all human beings, a permanence of incomprehensible interpretation of the beauty around us, concluding non linearly in the continuity of the unknown, without entry, without exit, without density, without viscosity, in a continuous debut of distribution in which the allure of our soul always makes a space without separating or uniting the premises of the good or the opposite. Everything matters insufficiently implicit in becoming, beauty lies in the style of accepting by denying in obtaining nothing or everything as in a victorious defeat of the whole Whole in its full nakedness of blue true light.

I cherish this moment :flower::flower::flower:, for tomorrow of the following year, counting the diversity within us in the equation of infinity, caroling the untouched dimensions of truth in the saga of the human race, and I wish that on the greatest day of Life we will fulfill our purpose as the human race.:bowing:
If it will not be tomorrow, it is because the purpose was already fulfilled his role in the previous syllable of this word, the speed with which we must occupy our soul space must exceed the present by fulfilling it heroically in the full love of life.

Let love tear me apart, I will fall into a new sky!

With care,
Anca

“Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire.”Thomas Keneally

"The Great Wide Open"(4:58)

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Anka

21st December 2020, 22:42

How much is forever under the cloudy sky,
(metaphorical statement in writing)
when the sun rises in each of us in synthesis allocations of space necessary for the passage of human time?

We all need our time and time needs us, but how can we try "now" from yesterday, and tomorrow for "now"...
Maybe is possible for originality today could pass into deep valences of multitudes of valuable meanings not for evolution or salvation but for the marking in full guard of time with its own instrument, for us.
Even the feeling of love reflected in the experience related to the magnetic force and its sublime in propagation, expresses and highs the fullness of fulfillment in the sacredness of the ideal of becoming human in relation to the time absorbed by us in the alliance of life.

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If we follow the emotional effect in fulfilling the event as a step to step on, then the event belongs to us humans, the fiercest oarsmen in the oceans of time.
If the identification is left to wait, but the reflection is never delayed, the poetry of the universe happens anyway, then in the irreversible arc of the eternity of this moment, I put my pen in the service of time!:flower:
I will be the exception to life in elevating a feeling, betraying the paradox in the sense of creation, I put my inspiration at a level without expectations, perfecting the versification in a canon of writing, in my true tiny support for humanity, immortalized in the preface of a voice without word!
I am here, endowed with full simplicity and sensitivity, as we all, aesthetically marking the revolution of every heartbeat, always saying that we humans are special.:heart:

In our soul Chronos we build the color of an age trying to tame existence, measuring our journey with the immanence of living in the unique force of the synthesis of psychological time, a tool that belongs to us all.
Our self desires an infinite, vibrant liberation, which touches all the cords of the soul, and our original nature offers us the possibility to authentically tame time with the very space of all the spaces we occupy.

The sand of our soul flows like an hourglass, and the river flows while we flow with it, we are always in flow.
"Late" has long since disappeared, as "the moment" precedes the future from an already shaped past, in our hope and longing to be ranked at the level of independence in full miracle of life. So we will be!:flower:

My writing is deep in my soul, the seed of thought resembles itself in the branch of the utility of life creation, poetry burns connotative in the conception of the molecule of intention, the starry sky above me and the moral law in me gives access to balance to manifest itself. We build here a moment of eternity together with the finality and the beginning, acquiring the age of a sincere probability, detaching everything by involvement, only together.

I am on guard in the stem of the best thought and the infinite meaning of my heart. I pray together with the love for the propagation of the human species at the level of time that we all deserve!
The immeasurable "city of spirit and knowledge" is here on our planet, Nature proves it in unseen reflections, this is our home, axial certainty, viable unmistakable will structure, our inner connection with the treasure of light of beauty, we have all at hand.
Storm this happy moment, even smiling in the secret of the truth to build, we must share together the food of the dimensional that we want to acquire with the responsibility of individual folding.

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The altar of our positive thoughts and the skies vault of our feeling, sinks by exaltation that spiritual perfection which is uninterrupted and the depth of justice must follow the law of non-opposition.

If apparently everything has a categorical meaning, then the style definitely has a difference.
Feel your freedom to manifest or not the manifestation, give it time, you create peculiarities of the substance itself, you can give the horizontal nature and axiological manner atmosphere of each statement.
If you ever hear that words elevate us, or the opposite, then reserve the balance in the middle, ignore the moment and use your own orientation in a line of ideas that includes the philosophy of the future and the responsibility of the space you occupy over time.

I saw many people in whom I read the hesitations before the voice of the words, what remained to be said, I heard with "commas of time", the importance is the palpable sublime, which wears the most sincere appearance.
If we are destined to render as concretely as possible the "incarnation" of a single fact, then the transfer of language must be as complete and expressively enriched in the completeness which we must tick.
If we take it as a game, relativity can provoke us, although the words are sometimes so weak to the force and the procession behind them that the gift of suspending a ballast inevitably becomes transcendent.

Looking tonight at the embrace of stars, we happen virtually, abstractly and deficient in our spectrum from the whole notion of union, but we can learn about the accumulation of notions of probabilities in a seemingly concrete instantaneous world.

In the apparent incongruity of our insufficiency, we unknowingly create a revolution in which we avenge our thirst for light, a non historical moment in the constitutional condition of the human spirit.
The individual moment, designates the miraculous conception of the magical consciousness, today, the inherent parallel of the treasure of courage bypasses, resorts, inherently integrates any event by tomorrow.
The exigency of our statement for temporal necessity, decisively argues for survival by comparison, the genesis of the pre-ability designates a luxury of details in which our revelations assimilate this dream of enriching grace as a secret sealed and reserved only for humanity!:flower:

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Tomorrow from today, a week ago in every timeless future way, we can reach one sky, in homage to the founding space of soul and spiritual genome, the revelation of the human specificity of existing, is a nature, there is no need to declare a state of consciousness when balance propagates itself symptomatic with the specificity of humanity elements.

Today in map of every moment of one day, we raise humanity one step higher, today we illustrate the probability of the reason of life in the middle of the evidence called generically and timelessly, the human being.:bearhug:

In one step of one soul,
:heart:

Anka

24th December 2020, 20:43

Walking straight...

There is no limit to our harmonious growth, fresh thoughts, warm perceptions are the most delicious for the soul. Freshness is always good and invigorating, the dream of life can be just as interesting if we experience it consciously.

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...in these special times, must feel that survival is an constituent part of us and defines us in our deep essence, because maybe our history doesn't matter as long as we know what we have learned from it.
Finding eternal stories in us, makes the old to be even older in the space of the weight of synchronicity that conquer relentless the growing vibrations.
In modulating the energy of the most subtle essential elements, we are all here feeling that something.
We are human beings fulfilling the reason of purity and naturalness and the inner turmoil in the concreteness meant in extending the most refined emotion of integration in the spark of life.
We are a presence in the fascinating, inspiring, initiating aspect, a heroic force of continuity, a symbol of fruitfulness and regeneration, we are born, we are, we nourish, we symbolize the grace of permanent use to attach value to life :flower:

When we enter into our own resonance with the element of purification that awakens us, we (must) always direct the allure of stepping on the right path, we step with ourselves borrowing time and space, it is a conquering adventure of expansion that means a lot for the meaning of any conclusion, in the end. And because everything has an end, the charm and elegance impeccably dress the continuity as a whole.

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Always the differences between what we feel and what we reflect must help us become real enough to observe important details.
I think we need to take all the time we need to really be in our own situation, maybe if we communicate in a timely manner with our posture and reactions, we may find that we have some responsibility for the way we physically present 1.ourselves - 2.to us - 3.in front of us - and more.
For me, today, physical posture in general, means a lot, I am worthy (not with pride but with the cadence of good high humility) of the way I present myself to my actions towards others and more. And it heals me.

Maybe the little secret is to engage in a superlatively real state in keeping up with the moment, no matter how superficial it may sound, there is some magic in the very decision to put a smile on our face and "take the bull by the horns." (in Romanian expression meaning to take an certain attitude). The wisdom in this, we may find each one individually, but I think that if we insist on trying to make this as a kind of an exercise, it becomes a favorable entourage for our entire existence.
So the next time you want to change your de facto state, enroll in the necessary state in a way that is as real and responsible as possible in relation to what you actually feel, in an efficient correlation for your own energy. I think it will help enormously. . for the whole vibration :heart:

When I say it's a responsibility, there's too much to describe in it, but we all see that we're here, breathing together with everyone, with the trees, with the water with Nature, with the animals, we all breathe, we all communicate, we're all real, capturing all the Magic around us,
so we must straighten our backs and walk upright, sanctifying by walking the planet that sustains us and saluting all forms of life with our own essence.

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When we are alone with us it is probably one of the moments when loneliness teaches us the best what it is like to share beauty. Passion? it is the very beauty of breathing fresh air for life.
It is very unique to be able to have a beautiful experience with the formation of life around us, the genuine interaction between us humans must always be exposed with the sincerity with which a tree blooms in spring. We need the freedom to give our love!
We need the freedom to express ourselves sincerely, to feel deeply, human, something that cannot be manufactured. Something that belongs strictly to us, human beings, and for which we must have the strength to continue to walk upright.

What gives me as much hope as a faith is to see people who put their passion in the service of the most beautiful worldly attributions, or their contribution to this world in whatever makes them feel absolutely good, free and positive. Not only in the vision of a better future, but especially in the momentary performance attributed to the spark of life, leading the miraculous effect just like a composer, actor and conductor at the same time.
It's not just that some of us lead the orchestra and others sing, because in the end we are all in it, positive vibrations or not, they are everywhere, so we all play a role in this organized and propagated roller coaster of intense emotions, in -a song in which we all hear each other. We all have a piece of life and an ode to the joy of feeling it.

There is no shortcut to our mission, it is not difficult or easy, it is just the privilege of managing this "holistic" situation of acceptance and bearing, in a kind of self-tutorial about existence.
To share the beginning of a day whistling enjoying life and the end of a day in full relaxation with everyone else, is the greatest gratitude for our position in front of life.

The tone of my voice is the posture of my energy, the words represent a truly insignificant percentage, the rhythm of my heart is in the quality with which I really want everything that is best for the whole of humanity.

Signing with the posture of my life, in the complacency of an experience, always declaring simplicity in our neighborhood,:heart:

This very here and Very Merry Christmas,
still with love,
Anca

Anka

27th December 2020, 00:48

Uncharted Seas

Rowing through the seas of life is a beautiful thing, the simplest is the passage, it is ok not to be perfect, just enjoying the pure serenity of unconditional joy, we can continue our journey to the equivalent of the resource of our will.

The biggest focus in action for a greater good, it is at our discretion, of beautiful and simple people.
What is it that puts us most in action in such a simple way that we can say with conviction and in short: "It's like this":)?
It is as simple and as totally as simple as we know and feel that we are one with the moment no matter what it is, this is a conquest of territories without borders, in the exploration of "continents of energies", a property of an internal dialogue with our prompt soul, parenting that builds us in the background.

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For no particular reason, without taking into account anything, one of us can offer a hug to the other, an un-conditionality that teaches us a simple truth in existence, in an, in fact, an armistice that without knowing, solarize the aerial image of a whole quantum of migratory life sentences of creative energies.
A kind of purity in the entanglement light of life, which we can be placed in nothing but our own experience, such as riding a bicycle while contemplating a sunrise, and we cannot take this as something ordinary.

If we are in tune and in sync with life, stepping confidently into any stage scene, being aware of everything we need to do when we should be doing it, then we are our own living cohabitants with our own abilities still undiscovered, gaining considerably responsible experience in the arc of our space property, where no one can map anything.

The circumstances in which we surround the freedom of each ideal, must be sporadically inscribed in/with the freedom itself, in our love for what we are to understand.
It is a beautiful wilderness of what could be anything, making ourselves part of what is supposed to continue to be.
It is not a cycle at all in the wild high deepening, and at the disposal of every soul, we can see clearly, that in some places, the era of memory has passed, the effect, that/of, now, grows in constant creation and inspiration seems to be our permanent job of humanity.

It is also almost fun to see things even as they change. The daily miracle of having a great laugh before each decision to be made, brings everything else to fall into very place.
Also the era of the newest beginnings has passed, maybe a long time, becoming a kind of common space in fact, detachment and reformation capture and enlist our becoming as a whole of all that it really is and can be.

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My passion for falling into words cannot stop me but it can guide me and it is never a single path, this is my moment in the reciprocity of a complement, and because I choose to share it means absolutely nothing but the description that each person, to stop and look in the middle of his own time to understand absolutely what he really feels.

We humans are exposed anyway.:heart:
Why not take our exposure in the very equivalence of exposure, by the attribute of the simple meaning of not forcing anything, contributing instead with the necessary resource in an era in which the discharge as a responsible surrender of our energy to others and Nature, constitutes the trump card of a good start at the bottom of any kind of awakening, because there is no trick in the difference of awakening other than the awakening of us all. The bridge is in us.
What a beautiful, collective and at the same time transcendent miracle in the grounding force that dimensions the influence of the earth and more.
We cannot/but still gain anything beyond ourselves, if/not the books have already been thrown on the table, then or now, without any experience, the challenge would be to stop supporting the need for supplementation. We are, on our own, life itself.

We humans are quite strong and because we cannot describe how this feels and how beautiful it is, we are constantly looking for something, it is as if it is something so very strong that it cannot be described or detached from our simple possibility to describe it. We have before us only one chance to have absolutely no doubt, that love is the most fundamental act of revolution of life, it does not complete, it Is life.:flower:

Being a being is love, and that comes back to us in every second-moment time of life, we can inhale this energy that belongs to us, we have the power to be with the being itself.
The preliminary legacy of our intriguing exploration must be launched in the absence of soul mapping, having confidence together with much more self-confidence in this apparent segmented but complete labyrinth in terms of, this particle festival in the discipline of its own testing.

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Unexplored, maybe should mean for us and others and all, among others:
-the way we look at the immaterial in the persistence of the question as an already fulfilled answer. This may mean that the most serious thing can be at the same time very funny, extrapolating the redundant knowledge of ”which is”, in the report of a non/concept.
-patience in the "epistle" of existence as a definition of truly living the representation, is maybe abstract but is present in us, as guests in our own home. A kind of multi-self favor in one space service.
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-locating a form of healing without defining the boundary of a manifestation, although we must warm the soul (just like steel), for to model in full contribution and cooperation in permanent steel-soul state. A kind of iteration, really unknown in the middle of the relativity of each truth.
-passion and therapy of the most beautiful universal poetry, of the unknowable knowable, transient - independent in the uplifting descent, relative to the assertion of the process of non-exploration itself.

- the most unfounded true theory in the middle of our own feeling, in the glory of evoking the absolute conviction that we have not lost or gained anything in the opening of the child's soul in the exhibition of all our truly universes.

The temptations of this era are not the first to step on our space and certainly will not be the last, it is important to draw a map, focusing on it outside, only for lack of any perspective but in the full shade of purely spiritual content.Keep the map almost outside the soul, you will find the way.:heart:( I would say, take care with the care itself).

Nothing can map the structure of our pure will, the revolution of life is in the air, the authority of experience is in us humans, forever.

The miracle of every day? Life. Life? I really have no doubt.:flower::heart::flower:

:flower: rising Nature in our hearts:heart:,
Anca

“It isn't a thing, nor does it exist in one particular place You could say that it is an optical phenomenon that only appears when the the atmospheric conditions are just right, and so is the sunlight It is also dependent on the viewer's position, that should be in this one particular place It isn't something divine or angelic, but it's appearance can be truly and utterly breathtaking and some would say, that it is borderline magical”
Carbon Based Lifeforms - ~42° (Trazer Remix)4:59

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Anka

29th December 2020, 02:09

“Dreams are today’s answers to tomorrow’s questions.”Edgar Cayce

Momentary alive
(until-before the sound of patience transcends into people's souls and into the silence of this night)
We grow for inspiration.

The dream field in the wonder of life is in our hands now, we are so indestructible, in a permanent age between the rays of life in logic enigma, we have no way to escape this miraculous wonder of deep maturity, the moment inscribes appreciation with our own goodness, living consciousness in the sphere of an open balance in good peace.
We are the mirror of a universe, outside the principle of manifestation with the manifestation itself in full force of reaction for the color of most sincere senses of knowledge; we have enough time to understand the goodness of the sparkling substance outside any dimension with the integrated dimension belonging to the whole spectrum forms of will.

We are in the apparent axis of a definition in a state, because we have chosen with the synonymy and antonyms in the live taxonomy of our own choice, the paradigm of our own conjugation and declension in the nature of our soul and for that I could say that it is a more than real, needed an optimistic way to look from outside all possibilities in this wonderful opportunity to be like we always was, human.

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The well-being of ennobling the hardest and most wonderful moments must set in spreading the light of thinking as naturally as possible with the true precedent itself, of our only form of optimism, which we must convey as clearly and noisily as possible.
There is hope in all seasons; our soul has the purity to say that in fact fear has never feared anything, healing leaps in the heartbeat of the earthly view of the appearance we deserve and honor.
In the oceanic part of eternity, emotion gives the unseen realm of our soul free way at the fingertips of this existence and with a loud voice but only felt in the depths of our particle we must cry with will and confidence:
"Let's hold hands, we'll definitely get through anything and more together anyway!":flower:

The waves come with extensions of life always returning the crystal binder of the miracle of reflection, a holy love that speaks in the fragment of the eternal invincible stone of soul.
The passion of life is masterful; it walks generously with all the storms of the soul, with its own nature reviving flowers always set too early, preciously adorning the aureole of truth by the event of establishment.
Beyond the desire for reflection, we can almost hear the genes of genesis in the serene abyss of eternity, we cannot earn perfection with perfection itself, but we can remember focusing in its absence, with sufficiently rigid pliability, for the expansion to truly feel what it means to love using the force of love as fuel, in the absence of a reaction but of the full will of life.

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We humans have as an obstacle the very force of survival that we cannot really carry, but we have the wonderful challenge of quoting it without knowing exactly how, accidentally cohesively conquering an entire mechanism, with our very essence,
as if the strongest souls that are struck, never bleed but on the contrary shine even stronger, because the grace of life also contains death as an integral and reforming aspect, so after all, we are not scared at all of anything.

We are so alive above and within any streamlining liquidized alignment, in an indestructible semantics of constant flourishing in the spirit and testamentary grace of being human beings with all the integrated arsenal of the soul.
The vitality of time to move in the most efficient construction of emotion, visualizes the sensation in the creation of an ever more aspiring potential in the convergence foundation by the composition of the most mature aspect of the soul.

We are the impalpable of exactly what we always want to embrace, there is no other teacher but the very scribe of our soul, the library of our soul, chooses and depends on inner earthly teaching, we are at home on our own journey, writing lyrics about what words do not find an escape in the nature surroundings.
The attractive aspect of the world in whole fragments of light and rediscovery, imprints the memory of an already fulfilled future, bringing the journey to ourselves that last in integral parts of expectations and beyond horizon itself, while the transparent freedom awaits the authorization of the dissolution outside the duplicity of our loneliness. We can feel this so diversified that the mix itself becomes an indissoluble myth concerted in the action of our own random faith.

Balanced communion brings light and darkness to justice with the law itself, precisely because there are no steps to fulfill it. The instrument of balance can be balance itself, without exception except for everything that may or may not exist. For my/a/one condition, maybe the unfinished remains undiscovered in its own discovery throughout/or the search. Just hit the bit in silent moves, immerse yourself in subtlety…what a beautiful sound!

The atmosphere of the soul paradise shadows in its light everywhere, there are no detours from life, we are the laureates of the most astonishing hypothesis, perpetuating almost anatomically fundamental such a simple act in the fascination of love through cosmic proportions in the infinity of our molecular pure faith, even if this seems hard to carry.
I feel so changeable in the wind that the whole exchange “imprisons” a freedom of flow and affluence so wide in the source of the night of such a beautiful universe.:heart:

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Looking at the sky, alive under the sign of a fabulous complete absence of the word, I have the impression that I can cover the earth with clouds that do not belong to me, and I miss talking being in full communication, I feel like the future of my desire for better in the whole of the life sequence of this planet with everything it holds alive, testifies to the central debut of the volume of soul space in the sound of no more than two tears.

I hear the spring of night flowing in the frequency with which I press some keys in one distance in three tripartitism compromise, so close to my soul, and it seems to print briefly but so comprehensively in this very word my intention to bring a touch of good in to the flow of this timeless time Now.

The significance volume of the human soul is entitled in the cosmic proportion of the world in a profound homage to our solemn confession of many of us being in fact human beautiful beings, to bring the fullness of thrills in the beginning of the invocation of the emotional vocation for pure beauty, we are in love with the sensible in the fascination of pure good will to emanate in a developed way the complete uplifting conclusion of love illustrated in the very peak of our existence. It is not a duty to be fulfilled, we already do it, we are born human from the beauty itself.

Imagine your own moment in such tender and idyllic beautiful gestures, concise, synthetic, and summing up the key morality in the intensity of the metaphor of one soul ecstasy, you will predispose the superlative of reality to dream ascertaining in full admiration the perfection of combining all active and background elements, all in the presumptive wide clear emotion nocturnal identification of meaning without a purpose.

(I)Achieve- (have) -one real meditation of the lyrical self, actually reading in your(my), inner mystery, all that you (I) can not say but truly feel (visit).
The state of delight structures the metric of inflow, rhythm and rhyme direct the emotion, locating our existence now, the musicality in fundamental pauses gives us the peace and pleasure of the time necessary to experience humanity within us in unimaginably wide unification's transitive life paragraphs.
We will remember that it is not the soul that is oriented by Nature, but Nature by the soul.

With love (λ) light, ever with no addition, no multiplication, only with the speed of expansion of the universe within us :heart:,
Anca
“If you learn music you’ll learn most all there is to know.”Edgar Cayce

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Anka

29th December 2020, 23:27

Heart web
We had known each other for a long time, and the heart will always know how to return home to it.:heart:

I feel like a guarantee that we have and deserve each other here, all, in this world.

Beyond the differences between us, we think the same and maybe we enjoy it but we do not know how to feel this joy, in fact we are really overwhelmed by what we have to offer to all of us as a species and nation of this wonderful planetary space that accepts us all.
In the love letter of Mother nature to humanity, we humans have very big debts, we cannot exist without her, she embraces us in a whole that we really feel.

Between two people, the unknown is almost identical, if you, far away, give your heart self to me, then I will give you and all the others my offer of life always sealed with love.
I feel like a confession of simplicity in the arms of anyone who wants to cherish my heart, I will never feel that I have lost something or someone, because my heart has already been given, there is only one source for what I exist today: the others people and Nature.

It's been years since I retreated so much into myself and I really closed my lips telling us nothing but everything so comprehensive and powerful that I really feel instead, everything; no one would know that I really existed, outside the source of my faith in it.

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But at the same time, I can't exist without it, and I can forget so many things from day to day, except for this paradise called "home in my heart", a place where I always find my placement without fail.
A feeling with which I am so right that I exist with him, because in the hand of this feeling is the balance of my whole life.
The serenity of the soul judges the faith of the heart to continue in the beat of a pocket watch whose mechanism will never stop. Although if I look at my life, I think it's very normal, except that "my normal" is very strange and different, otherwise I'm like you, any person, wherever you are now in this world.

Giving back to what I really am seems to me a kind of job in a kind of permanent traditional style, I have a look, and a somewhat slower and especially conservative, movement of a good past choosing exactly what was good in the correct and clear projection of what I really am, this can become an activity in itself, if I do not take into account the pleasant irony of the situation.

But it is certain that when I touch a paper, I really unravel the "secrets of life" by starting to write something on it.
If I could write on a very small note all my love for beauty, it would be impossible to unpack it later in all my feelings.

If I look out the window now, I remember that I love beauty even in full breath of pain, my body becomes so present that I can't help but take it as an instrument in the compromise of my thoughts.
Also, there is always a breath of pain, sorrow, regret, suffering, events and mercy, but somehow that inner beauty, as a stable will, never disappears.
I don't think I've ever loved myself, but I accepted myself as I am from the simplest and most sincere perspective possible, I like my hair combed in a hurry today :), my green clothes, my healthy body as it is, my weird computer..., insomnia aspirations and my soul rest. I know categorically and without any compromise that vanity, distilled coquetry, uncertain anxieties, frozen thought and the love of fear are more to be feared if I produce them, so I don't need them.

Lately I have tried to live a kind of life that still makes sense to me, it is not necessarily a better life or full of goals, it is really a gentler life, nice instead.
Far from consumerism, I found the catalyst of the pleasure of making an object by hand in the personal and honest personal touch of the necessity of my life, a necessity quite reduced so far.
Sometimes I have the impression that I am the most radical rebel in the art of creating something made by my intention and goodwill. Perfection goes in tandem with reason and freedom pursuing a goal so simple that it really deserves every heartbeat.

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Writing for me and some is a gentle occupation, a kind of old craft supporting the quality of living feelings in flow, it's like when you make music or many other occupations, a development of aspects.
I hoped that living, I could set an example for other people, but I didn't succeed all the time and you can't blame them, because I know I'm weird for the most part.
But I'm amazed that the world still holds things together, because with all my love for people, my impression for the last at least 10 years is that I'm on this train with other people, heading for the cliff, talking about all sorts of things or accessories, and while I and others sound the alarm, the others pat us on the shoulders, saying it's still time. So I am graciously preparing to follow the course I deserve through our own responsibility, offering my whole love for the duty of surrendering to the wave.It's cool.

But, I'm crazy about life, I can't connect two words if it weren't for life to come between them.
Forgetting me, the imagination of life leads me to the love of embracing, to a thousandth of a second of the most loving thoughts in my heart, the caresses of nature and the essence of life seem to take over me, deeply centering in my heart my duties.
I am "possessed" by the delicious feeling of the present life in a discipline of happy reason, I am happy to risk my merit to help with something, at least anything, the way the world is basically beautiful enough for us to still exist in it.:heart:
... Anca

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Anka

1st January 2021, 21:39

Meeting our species
wondering life on the first day of one year,
and for keeps, just
“standing” : Norman Vincent Peale, The Power of Positive Thinking

The beauty of the human species, billions of creatures and no explanation. :heart:
The beauty of the world gives birth to Nature in the bosom of every creature.
We are an earthquake of realities implicitly classified under the majestic appearance of the world under a sky burned by the bright torches of stars.
An entire process of transfiguration though the mysterious lighthouse of light of what the eyes do not see but the water heart feels, pushes us to the high columns of a temple in the universe. The diversity of ethereal composite classifies our presence, the cataclysm of the union was already hanging on the last stanza of the most beautiful world poetry.:flower:

Here, in the kitchen of the world, the chemical energies processes live, our merit of experimentation going in the direction of the potential of the whole human race to find the recipe of happiness on the taste of the whole universe that lives us.

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Writing would have no value if reading did not mean one's presence and feeling.
Communication is a mix of every different thing trying to bring them all together to do something, and when imagination and indulgence are not lost, I think that positive aspect work intentionally in any prospect.
The future? perhaps a reassembly of today's "troops of wisdom" in ways appropriate for continuity anyway.
I am not a life coach, living simple I think everyone realizes what they need, for me meaning has a value to fulfill only life, and in terms of my desire for a better world, I think I expect really, to never be discovered, precisely because the work I do is so little but so passionate.

My passion for life is complex if I look back in time and simple if I look now knowing that if you spend a lot of time with the species you are used to, you can meet the species right here where you really are, so why not honor everything?:flower:
And that's enough to understand that the size of the deal is always with us, guidance makes a small difference maybe.
Personally, I came to write because I came to the conclusion that my peace lies in the silence of my feeling, so all it can mean is the very peace of spending some time in my company, sharing it with a whole world through its own values.

Instead of being addictive for life, we must put aside the contrast of societal allergy, training comes when we spend life with life and just that, there is no curiosity in the experience of survival other than freedom.
In order to thicken our relationship with others, we need to understand the wildness of their freedom and their specific need in this space, which is not really easy at all.

I understand that we all need our space of freedom in which we can all be protected as the number one priority, we must all know our genetically immaculate sound and safe system and
we must adapt to the whole appearance and circumstance in order to live and know for sure all the conditions of survival in each area under the real aspect of protection and support of life.

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If we want to have humanity, we must create and work on a garden of the soul and a home of existence for everyone, and see what follows.
If we adopt the mimicry of Nature, our health and nature in the whole circumstance of communion, it will begin to determine quite ingenious roles to play for the benefit of all and the whole aspect.
We need to free ourselves from the way we are and think on so many levels that we truly own the very relationship to the truth in ourselves and in the/between world's chances.
From that place, in order to be gentler for yourself and for others, you become stronger to be able to continue. I am convinced and definitely maybe I would have wanted (not necessarily for the sake of simplicity) to exist just 10 steps to living life.

We find ourselves alone in our world, among billions of other worlds, wanting to change to fit, but that only thickens the inner voice that cries out for rediscovery, also one awakening.

If I were already a full glass of water, then why would I feel the need to shake it? even if my glass is made of paper and in others it is made of metal, why create something to happen when you can reason with the idea of stability? It's just water and the glass is already full;trying can mean drinking a little from it.

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Being perhaps afraid that in a process we might lose something or someone, it doesn't look like anything compared to the beauty of winning something, sometimes I feel like I could have anyone against me as long as I know that I am close to everyone, it is not because I have to give in order to receive, it is that I have to offer in order to be able to endure absolutely anything, beautiful or wrong, it does not matter.

If the life of each of us is a speech, always the hardest part, apart from the beginning is actually and maybe the middle as the hardest, I see myself going through this, being vulnerable, without building walls but on the contrary to build my sincerity in the apparent paroxysm of each situation.
It is incredible, I have truly met incredible human beings who have given me hope, they have created a spark of life for me and I am proud that I have accepted their goodness and I am obliged to return this to the humanity of this world.
My emotions every day are children, the only relationship to what we call the future. Is it LIFE you know? We create this! Think that every child of this world is truly a part of you, we are united under the same species! It is a miracle, if we think about it better and more.

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It's fun for me, because when I was little I thought crying was just in the movies and all my little suffering was contained it in a kind of box, and I ended up crying now in my old age for the world, but I never thought I could cry for happiness of the world too ... and at first I couldn't believe it was a real thing, but it's so genuine that it really moves people's hearts forever, and with whom I interacted. So, I would say, first hand, if it is real, then cry wholeheartedly brother in all the passion for life that you can sincerely offer! It might matter to many, and in a way, it is healthy.
There is such a big difference in a lived life and only one existence and there are so many assumptions about people passing by on the street, you feel like they don't care, that you are invisible, you feel like you are not in their bubble and they don't want you in their universe, but how many times have you tried to stop them?
How do you know stopping someone on the street just to say "Hello" wholeheartedly won't make their day better? First of all, in this case, you are no longer the invisible one, you know? Someone really sees you.
This is my example here: "Let's not ignore each other in this world, let's just say hello!" How much can this cost?

Every day count, so yes, I take the greatest chance to bring the experience of life in front of one greeting for the entire human species, as much as i can in this wide's wide range.
I want to be proud of future generations, i want to remember them all the times i will meet them, and for all my awakenings along the way, that will be my hope.
We need to remember that every person, regardless of their situation, or choice in life, is a human being with dignity, with a name, a story, a family and a history - like all of us. We're all human.
I am a human being, please greet me, because I am with you at the entrance on the same bridge of the same world.

In the Air Tonight but in “complete state of retreating” Norman Vincent Peale, The Power of Positive Thinking

With my love,
Anca

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Anka

1st January 2021, 22:55

After search-ora (as time in the message drop)

Life from the explosion of a wonderfully miraculous capriciousness by a praise of stimulating soul combustion, an aerial phlogiston quoted in a child's verse in the uncompromising barrier to transform beauty, lies in the ease with which we epically take the path, especially when reason is accepted, the compromise is already practiced, the barrier creates honorable usefulness to complete the steps of our step.

A lightning bolt against the background of eternity that we do not receive twice in the same frame, the most important effect that could love us and protect us even at the edge of our will, is always at our hand.
The beauty of the human race is guaranteed in the wave of awakening, as if the guarantee always starts "in serious condition as a sunrise" from an energy level of minimum 6 "life shots" and up. From there, the usual one is at her house.

All this time I was "trapped" in the wave of love, I found myself so many times, not knowing that maybe I was wrong and I should take over this hobby of loving humanity, from a wave higher than I can, and for this I need a habit of being well disposed in a terrace of open soul always wider than I could offer myself the opportunity.

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Just as our existence is so visible, so is our love, we should be interested in the beautiful way of life that others may lead. The perspective that lifts your soul is within your heart's reach to observe how the day passes. A kind of constant reminder of how beautiful each day can go against everything.
We all have a guilt, just as we all deserve the best, I didn't always go the right way, but I always remembered to follow my heart, and that softened any pride.

My job is not my life, only if during his time my whole name is Anca and only if I am all only the whole Anca all day long :)
I want to learn so many things to do for the good of people, I want to study new things, so I will never be bored. There is always something I was not able to do before, but I had to go through many phases "of open the onion peels" to find out who Anca really is and it's a hard and happy part of me to return with slow but sure steps to life.

It must be excluded: "I can do" and replaced with "We will manage" because many of us feel the power of meaning "together"as i do feel this every day. :flower:
I am not a fantastic company, but I am very happy for any company, we all have to play honestly together and I will enjoy this time given to writing.
Everything I need, I have by my side, I don't have to run anywhere to find it, energy is the very luck that I have to be able to recognize and share. This is always another new moment and a chance to do what I love to do and understand something for what we all need. Joining our journey I feel really lucky.
So no matter how rough the choice we may make, to put it simply, everything will be okay.:heart:

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It's as if you can imagine a marshal coming and offering to a little girl all his golden degrees on his shoulder along with a dandelion, a symbol of life!
As if the highest spiritual value in the whole world could be at some point, the contemplation of a dandelion on a sunny field.
We will no longer need filmmakers or cameramen to film us from any corner of their vision. Vision is our property. Everything, as always, is, has been, is, and will be, and will be more, in fact, reduced to the living being.

If you tell me I'm wrong, wherever you are, I'd like you to know that I don't really want to be right. That's how I feel. And I usually touch the things I write, with their own energy in the most natural way, maybe even outside of creation as a term. So if everything I wrote wasn't a concept, what else would be debated, if needed...
Then all that remains to be said is, "Wake me up when it all ends with a new beginning, so that we can finally, as allies of life in ourselves, conquer what we must not conquer, because absolutely everything starts with something positive.
I did not know that I am so lost in the wave of transcendence, until it began, every passing year, settles the victory of a new beginning.

No one is perfect, but the best place is inside us with the perspective of the nature of the soul that makes us perfect.
As long as we can move in this fraction of life, in this particular time, we are never old.
For me, age is not a number, the years that pass are not to count them, to do that, it means to keep an agenda on me all the time in which to write down something that keeps me still stuck, that's why I go out to play :)

It is important to have real friends who play with us so that we can see even better through life. That's why I never stand still, even when I'm not moving, the game of creating always has its freedom, and I've learned more from people than I could have found in any school anywhere. Starting today, I don't want to let any day pass me by and even if I want to reach high horizons, I still can't afford to give myself a real sponge...seems to be such a lingering factor in life, so much so that I'm really starting to like it and I might be lucky also for that :)

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In a finite time, the transcendence of our survival in full interrogation appropriate to our motivation to exist, is like a brave falcon at an elevated antithetical level altitude.
So our pace of life should tell us that we are young at heart and that we can go through everything without stopping!

Our life experience may not have been easy at all, but despite everything, we had to continue, maybe we were angry from time to time, but we couldn't be all the time. That's the whole thing.

“If you build the guts to do something, anything, then you better save enough to face the consequences.” Criss Jami, Killosophy
“Strong people don't put others down... They lift them up.” Michael P. Watson
“I may be in pain, but I am not weak.” Veronica Roth, Carve the Mark

...just wanna say : be :heart:

Anca

Anka

3rd January 2021, 19:35

Ticking on the horizon of life span
(the birth of a privilege, the euphoria of a particle)"metaphorical direction"

The billions timescale lapse, abstracting ash in the force of a line,
..it shows us the ancestral modesty of diplomacy to serve life in the quietest and most unseen way of being heard.

The vast world and the universe start, leave us scars divided into divided lives to be able to put together all the pieces of our youthful soul in the whole image.
Reconstructing the world within us throws us into space, travel has no durability in the exercise table, pleasure is the fuel to serve all the beautiful duties of measured steps.
While we wonder how history ends, it is just beginning, while we wonder how we can survive it, the blossoming of life signs new stages in every second of our experience.:flower:

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A journey together is an invitation by its very appearance, "Somehow" is the essence of what we could say in the genesis of the facts, that we can travel, since we have reached more than 12 trillion stories and history of temporary space admitted in much more than we can cover or contextualize; we can not be compressed, not a second of one calendar in the presence of vastness, without spending the acceptance of forming an individually sculpted scale, after / from / for / between and all similarities.

The first December of the second season of life awakens us every Wednesday in the hour of our spiritual recovery from every lost second. Blind lights escape and slide past us, we are at the end of every beginning, the sequences pass before any blink of an eye, the breath becomes a myth of light.:heart:
The deepest focus comes in response to the first earth day united with the first day off the earth, as ignition. Stepping inside out, outside explosion of faith shows that we have already accepted a quantum of force inside the life pressure vacuum.We ARE alive.

The proto-surface of the existence by breathing (as an abstract term) is constantly changing and recently it has always changed now, the structure is relative and by going with the wave we don't feel anything. The clock shows several indefinite time sequences, the direction of rotation speed matters more.

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The mother of ash and dust resigns in the explosion of a barely perceptible particle of sun in the conglomeration of an overrunning action, everything faints in abstract peace.
I drink my cup of hydrogen and helium in a post-formed happiness, I only serve the fullness of a view of nature in me.
The focus de-focuses in an enticing cadence in the form of a relaxation in the phenomenon of life. The sweetness from the cup pushes more mass to reduce the volume, i am happy for the size of the compression, the time of the cells has already set the value and while drinking from my cup, I read all my rights in justifying the embryonic imprint in full burning.

We have the hearts of Nova like, we are the surface and the interior, a gigantic knowledge melting of material, we are a deep ocean of elementary magma, if gravity draws everything to the center of the core heart, then its heat generates enough value of immersion and formation no more than far enough for us "to have place ", inside our own testimony of life. A kind of "catastrophe" in the aurora of the most impressive value in the coefficient of life, the birth with the transcendence above through time, taking time.

It was already time to shine, yes "after the glow" the perfection takes place for us in our embankment.The magnetic setting of the protection has its own vision of light time.
The reshape event, not counting hours, is waiting for the radiation in us of the best moment to understand without aspects the abstract integrity of time as a totally volatile force.
The simplicity of complicated things is a completely approved hazard, under the key of guaranteeing our values, however it seems useless to me to ask myself if it is important to discuss, when I am just doing it for eternal-human reasons.:heart:

Life is marked by everything that happens without influencing the alienated, exotic distance of development.
It is a, sky- of 11 o'clock at night, here, consumed by the very appearance of its beauty, the movement of the stars ensures my limitation in grace of being a simple man.

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We cannot resist life, living in its midst, we cannot demand from life, without always offering, the majority of the coalesces' force.To endorse the quality of the recommendation, time was waiting for more time, so we have enough time.

Recommendation always waits in our offer to return what has been given to us, it will always return us to the conservation fund of the same entry point. Letting go, meant a little more than we could really conceptualize fulfilling.

After all, we are the dispatcher of a huge offer of ethnic mass movement under the sign of recognizing humanity as a value, a value assumed in full adjustment of belonging in all variants of justification or un-justification of the temporal crossing.
A chrono-grace, consciously operating, defeating thought and constituting the essence of autonomy of almost personal use, generically called "time".

“One of the most curious consequences of quantum physics is that a particle like an electron can seemingly be in more than one place at the same time until it is observed, at which point there seems to be a random choice made about where the particle is really located. Scientists currently believe that this randomness is genuine, not just caused by a lack of information. Repeat the experiment under the same conditions and you may get a different answer each time.”

Marcus du Sautoy, The Great Unknown: Seven Journeys to the Frontiers of Science
"When the sunlight meets the rain in the colours of your gaze, you lift me to discover"

Lift My Eyes - Salt Of The Sound & Simon Wester (3:41)

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Anka

4th January 2021, 21:35

The stars count us at night
“Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.” Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

(the story moment of a happiness)

In discerning vitality through force of life, I count the lights in a blue night between and from the absence of the Moon. Looking at the stars, like a living hymn in the passion of their existence, their sound, it ignites the mediation of my happiness in unspeakable quantity and I dispel the sweet darkness of my sleep with my eyes open, in the light of more precious dense fog colors than any other day from all the days.

Earthling strong solstice, gives me the support of harmony to inspire my temporary amnesia of time in between me to convene the mediation of my availability and the courage to move the endowment to the most appropriate angle of perception in universal phonetics.
I am present in the dynamics of the event, when the stars start counting, my understanding without any meaning, becomes much clearer, reality becomes more alive, a biosphere in full harmonic analysis of progress passes through me with each number without catalog.

All the innumerable ideas disappear when the world sleeps, and in the lists, one by one, the one’s mystifies in their own energy, as if the lanterns of life in any atom light up on the infinite street of eternity, they start to burn when the stars scream so silent in the silence of our rest.

The precocity of the feeling "without a doubt", gives me a certain power that by its very affection I cannot really use, I feel calm in escalating a cause that is completely lacking, and I don't even want to suppress it, I want it as if I didn't want anything at all.
Above all, I feel recovered in all this loss of mine, it is a kind of median meditation over what I would not know how to propose in seeking myself.
In any kind of testimony of any database, I inevitably feel useless, when the snow of the moon falls and the atmosphere falls asleep, the origin of a myth knows my existence, but the recognition is lost in the mass of all living beings on earth. If you had that feeling, it is known that there is absolutely nothing to do or understand, so it is called in fact maybe just somewhere close to a feeling.

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Both day and night are good counselors and have been given to us for the eyes and ears, in honor of the "missing word", with light by the light itself, so that we can honor the gift and appreciation of life in the accuracy of serenity outside of any sleep.
The antiquity of inventiveness somehow escapes me in the wave of what we all call forgetting about the "forgetting".

If we want, billions of "terrestrial years" go through "gaziliards" of visions in the kaleidoscope of fragmented time, only if we sit on a rock at night, contemplating the sky, and singing with passion to a small harmonica, a special song only for the stars. ..just doing it by very like it, "time passes".

And because even in the night of the earth, the greatest night, is not night, but only a shadow in a universe of full very colorful light, in our radiance grown in the electromagnetic bubble of the constellation from us, we know how much light is in the great of what we usual call Universe, it really is extremely much light...
The erosion of the lines, of exponential “like travel invasion” always photographs the origin in the exposure of portals of the fascination from us with which we transcend, joyfully deepening the superficiality of the darkness in the permanent day in trillions of metaphorical explanations as a symbol of combustion in less than a/one small time.

The sweetness of the day crystallizes the solitary suppressed fear of the night, and the countdown has begun for a long time.
The sun not only overcomes the darkness but increases the nocturnal aspiration of the soul to serve the azure-day sky as a bed of stars, ending voluptuously in the call to satisfy the need for energy and the catalyst to give back to the Earth, which belongs to the Earth-as to universe.

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Benevolence unfolded in successive acts written unseen behind a moon, records one of the secrets of monotony of being marked under the scent of the star roof, under the cloak of truth that reinvents light, dreaming the cosmogony of a single evening, in the middle of the longest night, we heal in fact the darkness.
The positive recommendation not to generalize the negative is an independent act of balance that we all find in ourselves, the most beautiful half of the truth lies in the middle of all lives, we must remember, without specifying our role in this, but finding it in full beautiful benevolent innocence miracle that can devour much harder anything.

There should be no bedtime exactly when things get more interesting, that's for sure…

The pressure floats in the air and absorbs the air, release ( not by our breeze), and wait for the day so you can say how beautiful the night was and expect you to be able to say how beautiful it was every middle of the day in the full night after night.
The source of the most distant sources come at all times, at night, from today, we cannot omit the pilgrimage of yesterday's skies, we cannot influence ourselves in any omission of any day.The compensation of the passage of time passes more qualitatively when we accept everything, replacing absolutely nothing.

Life is so certain, and human decency has always solved so much, that the logic of the root of every problem can return to its own thirst, the grace to endure and the courage to wait is beyond anything.:heart:

We are bound to the truth in full act of living and feeling , like much more many aspects of love from so many ultra-extra worldly types to call love to be a sense of self, bound in the bed of dreams in the romance of the most solemn impulse, being in love with time in its very absence, we are tireless at the gates of our burning desires, only beautiful true human beings.
In the cluster of an inevitable explosion, the stars count our steps towards the pleasure of meditating in our complete absence, our power to become infinite souls in tandem with the infinity of the universe, when luck grows necessary in us under the transaction in full flow, we are.

The city and the stars are one and the same thing, our collection of interactions, the lands of an entire universe, open the neighborhood of the worlds we are in with our soul, our roots grow up beyond any convention of life and every time they are hindered, they will grow stronger… we are the included dream of renewing our recovery, we are the inhabitants of our own choice, so all we have to do is to live dreaming forever and to dream living eternally in our company and comfort to trace the/our own command.

If life between tragedy and comedy possesses a kind of continuous desire to change its path, then the supreme will, will update it and no matter how many cards we have in hand, it will always matter, in fact, only the way we play them.
The warm sand of the stars, when they forget to count the night, touches our hand of life and the cold sea of the virtue of life astral drowns the conjugation of truth to the unlimited limit of our awakening with the identical in us in plain ecstasy of life.

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"We look at the stars because we are human"
This great beautiful “cradle of life’spinning around oceans of stars mixes us our own ability of a kind of chrono-light beings, we, the nautical material witnesses of a music of eon's speed in an immunity used at first hand.
WE are the history of our world and we can still be what we want to dream!:flower:

"I accept the fact that there is always a way out in every situation we find ourselves but, until we begin to ponder, panacea will be very scarce” Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

“Pull out the weeds, or make peace with the dandelions.” Frank Sonnenberg, Listen to Your Conscience: That's Why You Have One

I waited for you so long at the door of the starry sky, that when I fell asleep, I saw you embracing me in the multitude of colors so vivid, and I began to shed a tear before falling asleep completely, but I saw what you look like, and you are so wonderful, wherever you are now.

Please let me be your nature, because I cherish you I will gather every spark of life to add it to our nature of all people.

“Non est ad astra mollis e terris via" - "There is no easy way from the earth to the stars”
― Seneca

:heart: Anca

Carbon Based Lifeforms - Rayleigh Scatterers | Chill Space(5:12)

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Anka

6th January 2021, 02:59

Spiritual emergence

“My life will have been a succession of lives, as if I have had several lives, a multiplicity of stories and roles. I have not ceased to have changes of life.” Bernard Stiegler, Acting Out
(lasting emergency in the absence of time)

I am definitely on the bottom of the deepest ocean of out of knowledge, through everything can just as well be a very beautiful moon-space fiction, no matter what,what it is matter? Because knowledge does not have to be sustained, it is practical.:heart:

I am over no time for today, we felt the strong emergence of the strongest lack of fundamental law, when time thinks less, man's thinking is beyond fire, when everything and nothing are caught in the motion of stillness when time thinks less, man's thinking is beyond fire, I write like water flowing when everything and nothing are caught in the motion of stillness, the breath of eternity in the nature of her urgency through the light of time, she writes with ice clouds everything that comes to life. Stay with me, take my hand, I'll never leave you :flower:

The impossible logic overestimated an unprecedented nomological force, today we all summed up the double scale of the irreducible supervening descent. The children in us grew up a little today and we all felt that!:bearhug:
Such non-causal powers are extremely different and any scientific ken can be lost in amputating one's own conceptions. It cannot be detected. If "tomorrow" will definitely come, what will "yesterday" mean knowing that it was already a "yesterday" once? There is no answer to the moment "now", only us.
Above all the components, outside the water element, the simulation of the energy environment can occur at any time, but the result moves putatively only once, that is the beauty.

The city of the endless soul is a beautiful story, it makes us citizens waiting for the answer and true heroes on the magnetic flower field of a single word about how to write a whole life about life itself.
Microscopically essential, the comprehensive theory of everything, requires the fundamental perfection of all particles, but we all know that. What we want to know is to really attract the physics of the senses, in the toy of the soul to build our house in the same place.

All individual entities in a procedural effort disposed in overwhelming chaos would reorganize the emergence of any data, the structure of our environment embedded in our immediate vicinity can be qualified and synergistic subtly developed it is in the sound of vibe, if we find and have emergency activated in the absence of any level, even if we are not "there" to be able to argue, demonstrate, measure, compute, memorize or observe,
there is no indirect analysis and even if it seems almost unpleasant in principle for us to "not know", we illustrate the almost holistic perspective of the truth within us in the hypothesis and broad ensemble of our own will to collaborate with ourselves, by not really knowing all. We are entities, we came to awaken our full potential and infuse this dimension,

“The further you are challenged and threatened, the more your warrior heart will emerge.”Bryant McGill

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The time of joy rests us at the level of our understanding and every time, without knowing why, we ask "Give me another second, an hour, an anonymity, one season and a life". There is a leap, at some point, from what you've done so far, to what you realize you can actually do. Do you feel it?
The "spatial will" of the name "Alive" writes the essence of our right to participate in the creation of the particle of life, if lightning brings light, then thunder must reverse the word of our right to be living beings, emerging in to deep of what we human are.

It is no secret outside any concept, we are with us in our complete absence, the pillars of everything we could recognize that we really know, are not our sources, the totality of subtlety outside its categorization really, is a category of stylistics, a stylistics outside any definition of beauty in its own overwhelming nature, non-existent functions fulfill the role of images insofar as we look at them from the point of view of the function it assumes in out-verbal art the transcendent influence of matter.

"I dreamed" once, somewhere in the middle of a separate world, that what we call "here" verbs "in literary functions”, is the whole work of a kind of communication of beings on that planet. Beings could not be seen as individually located entities, but as a community, as if you see almost blurred but extremely clear (that being the only way to name the possible view), you see all beings "crowded in all", it's cool anyway because you cannot look at any in eyes, without being able to see all the eyes and the meaning.
Their existence was naturally embedded in the mode of communication, there was no allure of nuance in communication, all communications were based only on the action of "verbs" quite simple not to pronounce but to adopt. "Verbs" were more than communication, they were the very atmosphere of existence with which they could emerge and travel almost everywhere. The details of the "dream" were wider than the dream itself, but basically, yes, it was a night in which i can say that I dreamed beautifully, learning. This is just a dream that continued in my life experience, contributing further for a choice without a cause, but one.

That is why I "know" that this ( ) is for a wave an emotional-aesthetic function when I consider that the purpose of the poetic image is to provoke a state of astonishment, that is, an aesthetic emotion, a good energy for nothing more than that.
Living-in, the metaphor, distinguishes reality from other realities, and while we can go with this in our soul, somewhere on a street, if we see a flower everything that could inspire us the presence of that flower, belongs to us.:flower:

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In the synecdoche of the affiliation of all human desires, everything that can be called image can unify and awaken by the birth of a pleasant emotion, the all. The tropical semantics of our relationship with understanding, differ from one kind of character to another, even I am different from and-by-from one day to the one-next one’s. Because between the oratorical difference of existence that seems to go by itself and the state of astonishment in full contamination increasing in a “a – paradigmatic” phenomenon, I am here, with the capacity not higher or lower, but equivalent to the act of some knowledge, to be in the suspension of writing in its good denotative merge connotation, where authenticity is no longer contextual at all, we humans can still really speak the language of our heart :heart:

The sphere of the nature of human cognition is imprecisely called precisely sphere, by the nature of the direction towards a concept diagnosis rolling.
Positivism should not be a pursuit, which can become a kind of "tyranny" and if we condense it perpetually, it becomes an almost opposite conglomerate.
So we need unconditional positivism, especially for an almost unknown future, insofar as we do it so easily and naturally in the form of a truly honestly pleasant emotional great agility.

Dedication in anything does not necessarily have to punctuate a role, it does not require a change of attitude or a reverberation of a state, it must start from our need to be useful right in the middle of our state to feel comfortable with ourselves and the world.
The potential of people is huge, between our desire to stimulate a dedication and to manifest it in the quality of our relaxation, there is a space as a response in which we can weigh through our own values and our own words, what we call so- “choice”.

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If we believe that we need resilience then the automatic reaction should not follow or prevent a wave, emotion is certain when it is truly open, but we must not let ourselves be ruled by values, they must be released freely in all the beauty with which we hold them.We are referees of our own game, let's not forget to whistle.:flower:

If you go to a public phone and enter a coin, you expect the phone to bring its value to make the connection.
Courage for me is not the absence of fear, and fear becomes friendly enough for it to be just a concept here, for the taste with which we choose the choice, we may need to slow down and be aware of how susceptible we can be to this, learning us, about us, in the midst of the utility of transmuting everything for the benefit of the life belonging to Nature to be.The question is "or not", to be is just that.

Synchronicity can be upsetting, it depends on which center of relativity we can place it, but the condition of balance capitalizes on it, somewhere the demarcation of the life force exceeds the territory of the axes that always emphasize the moment in our favor.

“Be like the proud mountain and gently raise your light above everything around you. Remember that you take the same steps on the top of the mountain as on its bottom, the same air is up and down, just as the tree grows on the top of the mountain as below, in the same way, the sun rises on the proud peak as on the level of the smooth earth.

Be as modest as the earth and you will not lack for anything. The branch too full of fruit is broken faster by the wind, the seed too deep does not penetrate to be born and too much water extinguishes its breath."
Be the light of what you understand you lack, having everything at your disposal, and we must applaud this discreetly, without a show, take the risk of being good, without any category.

In the emergence of a clear night, I declare that not even tears darkened my joy, and I did not think that insomnia was so restful.:flower: Beautiful people, new and beautiful people, good people who adopted me as one of their own, with every step I felt I had been there, in that sentimental city of heart, it seemed to me that I had lived for hundreds of years, and she, is here Writing standing next to me from the beginning, in "verbs" that give me life.

“Organisms are themselves expressions of … emergent order and agents of higher levels of emergence.” Brian Goodwin, How the Leopard Changed Its Spots: The Evolution of Complexity
In four thoughts about a kiss of the world,
Anca

Ambient Guitar Music - Promise (Royalty Free)(4:30)

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Anka

8th January 2021, 23:34

The patent of a descendant
(when language and soul are one, our own revelation speaks)
(elements of metaphor) - a key to self-knowledge and maybe, optimization from your own source :flower:

The self-proclamation of our individual attestation must non-manifest the inside of our spiritual success.
The crust of innocence should in these times, follow logic, transiting the philosophy of the archetype we built outside of everything we could have known so far, the thirst for origin, should recognize the the potentiality of the mystery in the epiphany of manifesting ourselves outside manifestations with the interior crossing the very interior.

From the point of view in solemnizing the element, the origin of a myth tells us that the revolt of our human fund is the most exclusive manifest inheritance from the metaphysical depths of the soul and revolts when it is alienated for a cause in the absence of supremacy.
The specific capitalizes on ethics, reiterates the primordial and by virtue of vitality maybe, a little "barbarism" would help us in front of the current of arguments in an almost convulsive projection of seemingly reality.

In the theme of a worldly documentary of synthesis, through the devastating flow of historical time, man finds the point of regeneration in the mythical universe of Nature, the supreme image of the archaic and sacred state, the last and first redoubt of life, as a symbol of paradise, the world becomes a metaphor of its own world history, which myth can be reborn at any time, also different. We are functional through what we really know we cannot possess.

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Sustaining tenacity, creating a good mood prolongs the tumultuous gene of inspiration so deeply that a simple Memento can expose the elaborate extruded imprint over time and space of the perennial silent heroism of life itself.

The extravagance of propaganda for humanity in an almost insatiable public media style, with purposes other than reference, will soon become the metastasis of a concept almost lost from its own beginning.
Releasing humanism in the exposition of the doubling of exemplification offered in fact for our possibility to be able to categorically clearly for us to distinguish the decadence of a proportional determinism, in comparison with the eternity of our own story related to solar roots,
he (the concept) will consult himself in his own confusing confession, the mechanism is visible on the finished before it begins. People feel the simplicity in them, the exterior only denotes it.

The incandescent height of the last summation, decreases unmistakably ellipsoid distances capitalized in the weight of the work scheme that we all have in front of us. What is it that we are doing now?
Consistency in the axially round, human hypostatic referential perfection, in the semantics of light during the depth of an un-associated identity, can engage the feeling of nothingness in the ineffable generic descending leitmotif in the balanced triumph of the assumption of revealing substance. We're still here.

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Freedom, independence, and one's own transcript of individual life, is a common space marked by the compound of the central kernel in the space "between a second", of one's own faith that irreversibly links fullness, wholeness and attainment.

We can't assign, without touching a star with our soul.:heart:

Man, in spite of appearances, is still the greatest diplomat of these earthly lands, as long as there is only one man who wants to live freely in this territory built by sacrifice,
as long as there is a palm of earth on which to stand upright and proud of our honesty, as long as each baby is born with the very freedom of life in his veins,

we will all catalyze this even without knowing how,

and if all the defenses of our existence will be taken from us, we shall restore with ourselves the ruins which we shall have at the entrance,
cognate against the natives of time, the last right we have is to die, but this is truly the last, and nothing is ever lost. I was born we. With the law of life in my blood that we all live by its rules, I know one law as many as you know, and that cannot be confiscated.
As long as I can move and blink, I will breathe the honesty of being born on this planet and this always in honor of the lira-opening, forging, of good libra-intentions :heart:

I will write with an almost odyssey approach outside the conditionality of the exhortation, but in complete existence with the appropriation of the allowance, the right to life is inscribed in the universe, and life knows only one law.
In the irreversible flow of the corolla of time, time comes, time passes, what comes as wave as wave passes, and in the art of the author himself, in the art of the world stage divided equally by four in the plane of relativity, the middle of life establishes our roles here in the ephemeris of change for moments and seconds. Millennial seconds cross the static of our projection secondary to the will.

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We are our own role here, we cannot overcome this, but we can exceed it.
We cannot fix the transition of meditation between the old and the new relationship without the seal of futility by counting interrogation and answer without a clear customs, and then
to amplify the versatility of a register in the great sphericity of the geometrized logos, having a range of choices, which could be the order of entry, in the gloss of the decipherment detachment, other than to feel the value of life (?)
No second passes without a second, no day passes without declaring the day.

Rhetoric as the reverse of the face-future and face-past, still insists on the equation of everyday life with the unknown "bad" and "good", and in the eternal value, genius remains an invitation to an alternately imperative recommendation of self-knowledge...

It is not a mistake not to live life in accordance, declare and touch, you may feel a lot of time.

All are old and all are new, when the "death of thought" gives birth to the change of every moment, balance diagnosis of any means in the cosmic range of fluidity, blooming in fact as not an act as a power of struggle, can be a de facto independent beautiful diagram.
In the synergy of the movement of the world, which is not to know how many times we were, in front of a "skeptical examination" in the company of the moral spectacle in appearance that has yielded to the universality of chance, intuitive instinct is a force even if reason seems to initiate it.
Although we do not need intuition to feel that everything called life lives. There is no day without today's future and this is just a simple experience.

If you think you have had no pretensions in life and if you think you have never been strong, then today you must be stronger than ever.
Without any pretensions, in the dance of enjoying life with life for life,
ever
:heart:

Carpe diem.

Anka

11th January 2021, 23:47

I couldn't really learn to die

I write writing in the future in memory of a writing
I write from the perspective of the length of the wave counting from Us to me, so if I am us, then we are all to us, a writing.

In the cover of some memories and in the service of a permanent one, I hide in a new universe, where I have nothing more to prove.

We string pearls in the length of an infinite amount of time that we once tried yesterday morning to count, we walked our thoughts and places through ideas started long ago, in the light of what has not been said and of what they will not could still say, we are all waiting for what we know we will never wait for.

The effervescence of life can embrace us at any time, the joy of words has always won in our hearts to connect with the most beautiful moments with others, we have the privilege to disconnect by feeling life, smiling, writing, loving, kissing, hugging, forgiving, giving, dying and living sharing what we were facilitated to complete with the unexpected, words, more words, feelings and more good feelings, deeds and deep touches, about the world, with the world and for the world. Sign your entry into your own knowledge, find out and do not research, offer and you will be given.

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I speak virtually between the gate of consciousness of a century set in the cosmic waters of truth and the bridge of certainty over important axes of realities, I cannot gather and comprehend everything, I cannot find space to store it.
I don't change my structure. I keep the joy of the beginning by transferring it into daily habits. I open writings, I close writings, I tick the ideas between life and death.:flower:

I'm excited for the January-scented event, I don't want to know how it will be as long as it's clear. Telling the world that you exist too can be an act of courage, because the world passes, anyway, too fast, faster than you will succeed to capture her attention, so it would be a shame to forget how beautiful it is to be your own visitor, Ah ... elegance and dedication ... is above any meeting. I feel at home in the distribution of an entire series of memoirs from so many lives.

Language cultivates my events and faces and details in moving fractal images, the metaphor elevates them to the whole classification of visions in repeated dreams from which I understand that I relive my choices from other lives in the full role.
So it would be good to overflow with imagination, stepping with imagination over imagination with life itself, and the presence of mind, this is my game, otherwise everything is ok, I live my life happily among others, in a row. I also like ice cream .

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But I could not refrain from writing to you, no matter where you are in the role of a human being, I honor the human being from every human being to the primordial depth of truth with which I step beyond the boundaries of love beyond anything!

I couldn't refuse a single soul, I couldn't help but notice a corner flower in the vibration of a heart, I couldn't help but sit in the sunshine of every suffering just to capture and absorb all its rays, I couldn't help but wipe away someone's tear without running into the streams of water in my soul.
Put your tear on my shoulder, I am so small and in the solidity of my vulnerability I am so strong, let me reach the depth of your desires, in my writing is my helping hand, take it with everything I have.:flower:

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It doesn't matter who writes here, it matters who reads.:heart:
Give birth to the story of your desire wherever you are, try stability from a different angle, at least now.
Do you need more reasons?
Have you tried life lately?
Get up and write in your thoughts and deeds together now, the semantics are waiting for you one step away! Invent two places in one context, name your awakening! Adapt the environment to the Memory of your ineffable constitution! Nothing can bring you down!

In the telescope of every thought of purpose, life unites with the tool of the heart, in amplifying the anatomy of a letter, write in the silence of oblivion, the entrance ticket resonating with the allocation of future space and leave your legacy over generations from the point of your own awakening creation.

Emotion floats in the air,you can shatter the inaccessibility of the address, discover yourself halfway away, take another sip of tea and understand, you can disconnect everything, find the plug.
In your "left and right" face, you are the messenger and if you thought until that moment that life made you think, then you will understand that every death in your life has actually made you think!
Words are so poor to leave you an answer, that you must be their unspoken answer yourself.
The motto of what we think, is actually the way we take the path of projecting the idea that we seem to think, to me the circle of words always rescues after a tear of helplessness with the error taken, drained like a glyco hexe -power performed before anything already. Some friends would ask me "What did you drink" ?,
apart from the effect and the pain, the calm has healed all my years so far…so if I can barely stand, it's because there's no need!
Maybe we can reproduce parts of some days, and we don't need to "snap out of our shoes", I gave up my shoes a long time ago because they hurt me, I received wounds from them, and since then I go barefoot on my own responsibility.

Inevitably, I did not deviate from the route, and if I am here to declare that I have not made any mistake so far, it actually means that I have already experienced them all. The fun comes when there is no need to focus on any plan ... Dive in the vibe ... in fact it has no reference ... there is no concept ... there is no symbol.
The reception with the plan itself is that we will have to write one day about what we once wrote, the camp included in an intensive life is actually a good portion of training in melancholy whose waves you have to go through preparing storms alone, there is much to be hoped for and nothing to do, we are the object of an aphorism of existence in the most subtle and again more subtle paradox, so subtle that we must really reduce ourselves to deep silence in order to hear it.

Fear in its own design ablution, will dig deep holes in the pits of the world, there is nothing more in line with this, what belongs to the earth in the earth returns.

The Mother, like a gentle embrace of the universe, in the heart of which we were all born, will take over everything in her lava that nourishes with life, life itself.
The white mark left on the sandy beach in the hourglass of victory, will drown the story of fear in the water of a time already sifted on the white sheet of a paper stuck in the typewriter, and we always start again ... Do you remember the time?

I did not say anything. We're looking for a lost book in a time library in the smooth moment of truth in the shadows, I almost found her, but the twilight passed through the aura of the pliers and everything became invisible nearby.

In the revelation of a sleep, I returned the other day riding on the nature of a star, I sifted a new beginning and cut the rope of the real, I saw my own perplexity in the candor of the Misunderstood :)... and it was sweet.
I wandered in the world of an egg, greeting the life of two thousand writings, on the mirror of each world, the stars were ready to show me the morning, the night of their light, in the full day with which I walked around me, I hesitated.
That's why I'm able to tell me, about my own dream.
If you find the story of life about her own life and you unravel the mystery, look for me and tell me how it was.:flower:

If it is a feeling that leads neither up nor down, if you feel that it is a spark that deserves to be shared, if it makes you go forward, if it is a realization that takes place within, if it gives you the courage to describe it, then I ask you
"What are you doing?" and you'll say, okay. And I will ask you again: How are you feeling today? and then, if you have found the spark of life, you will not be able to tell anything but the truth.

There is no need to listen beyond words, especially when there are still hugs, there is no reason to display a smile when the soul bursts into tears there will always be an option to help others by helping us.
We are free to have different personalities as well as being free to accept what is on the opposite side.

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This is my time when I'm just staying with you, no matter where you are, you need to know that right now I'm just "being".
I just gathered everything from what it was in front of you from the table of the most clearer apparent confusion, and put a cake and a cup of tea, giving you all the time in the world so that you can enjoy them, having the greatest patience just to give you time to " to be"!:heart:

This is not my writing, this is not even an appeal, this is your time to relax and enjoy life.:sun:

“I didn't have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead.” Mark Twain

With real respect,
Anca

Anka

12th January 2021, 00:43

The almanac of life
.O. The elixir of a fertile age

We are living a regeneration of the whole.
(written as an outsider)

I am just a spark in a microorganism in the tempo of a circuit serving accelerated or slowed nature in connection with the legal purpose of the central element that manifests me in the option of a lifetime.
Between tradition and heritage, the celebration of life on the millennial night of our calendar marks the transition from a change to a regeneration.
The Day of Light that softens the iron and opens the lock of the times of the crystalline waters of our soul, living during the finest touches of life, gives us nature as a teacher, dynamics as energy and intelligence as an intuitive promoter. You could read in the future. an analogy already developed.

We humans are the wizards of a fertile era, under the sign of the forces responsible for the growth of the blade of grass and its ascension to heaven.
The dowry of humanity is intuited in itself in saving the vitality of balance, we are all exposed in the sphere of regenerative genius, all we have to do is take without looking for balance in the rhythm of our inner nature.
A drop of spring water of wisdom and patience is enough to be able to intuit (between the appropriate interaction and what take it favorably) the course towards the central of the dimensional foundation.

If the mind were "a dangerous place to be", and all parts of the world that have adopted a poster in which to count the timelines have always failed to count, and the canon was divided somewhere on the edge of duality, in the revolution of a Sun, in chance of a meeting with the Cosmos, then the meeting with the Earth in regeneration drifts... in/out/from additional tours that no one counted..., the chain would be simultaneously more than a start-reset, would be a party to which everyone is invited, a party + 1.:flower:

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For those who think they can order such beautiful chaos, if they miscalculated a map thinking they own the whole part of the world, I might kiss you all but I just combed my hair and I can't.
Rather than "All life on earth entirely" I call to the magical protuberance of the mind, saying "The whole earth-to the life it gives us"!
"Zero" when no one counts it, is built where and from the material of one, it is the journey to "see" overall the highest consciousness of the ever-increasing transition into a core heart-centered cosmos era.

The greatest experience of experiencing it, is always the sync unlimited signal of turning transcendence beyond what we call experimental energy or spiritual excuse for us to happen.
Maybe we need to clean our crowded space before moving on to something else and that would make creation easier, but even if we were wondering why we were repeating this "energy" without wondering why we wouldn't just go through "through",
the white kiss of an answer will come before and after we will be able to estimate it, despite covering the angle of close knowledge.:flower:

This is a time of an interconnected, apocalyptic uplifting matter, a smooth crystal clear revaluation, of the true vision of all of us, a reassembly of the forces of exchange, in the chaos ordered to feel more united.
From the aquarium of intuition and innovation, the word will establish an already predetermined date of renewal, a rooting in the soul-return of reinstatement in the assessment of equity, a reintegration that we are only now beginning to feel(1)

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((1)The energies we are looking for), are integrated from many axes cycle already, we present ourselves with a great opportunity in front of the sweetest elixir to live living these times.
The gravity of these events is so clear- completely- inexplicable and for that we should feel free in the highest possible comfort as if we had almost all arrived home, reading patience through the breath of infinity.

I am charting visual vocal-writing in the light of a memory, a process in the color of an awakening, it is not about writing but about meaning, if you see more now, you can smile because it is.
I have the “tablets” in the right to say that I am the creation of a writing and the writing of a memory in the spirit of justice for balance, nothing more than the multitude of nothing.:bearhug:
I could be the back-patch of a drum-like-life, in the appeal of the definition, impalpably circumscribed in the "trans-dermal life resolution lesson", between the diagram of an example and the graph to follow it. It was never about me, from us to me I have a lot to calculate.:heart:

What I offer here is the memory of a service, sharing the diary of a consciousness in the branch of microscopic truth in the invaluable account of a certain value necessary to work. What I mean is that I'm On, and the signature gives me the input to capture the design, so there's nothing to ask, unless we all already know the answer.

The statement is not aim, the manifestation is not the memory of a key, when typing fluid waves of time sessions into the content of a future, the elixir of good faith and wisdom is just the basis.

"I think" that everyone should write by hand, even by drawing, their own health prospect, in the deepest mystical journey for which he once paid the ticket, the whole aspect is that we do not need a job: " If we still paid for the ticket, at least let's enjoy and learn from the show ":happy dog:

So gather all your diaries, gather all your graphs for many purposes, gather many bullet white sheets, and many colored markings, give up stickers and meanings
What you feel*()

Write
The atomic structure of consciousness, lose and elevate the dimension at the same time in a timing of space without frequency, stretch gravity while avoiding and simultaneously accepting electromagnetism in the age curve of creation, lose purpose and "infinitize" between heaven and earth, death and life, enveloping what you could never stop and stopping what you could not dream that you could continue, becoming the truth you would not want to know.

Keep everything, by giving up more than you could know, keep the most beautiful life accessory you have and take it to a higher level of acting, but not impactful, don't wait to "click", leave the arrhythmia of life sequences to develop on its own.

Try to stop typing on a keyboard what you think you are blocking, is like writing the unreal in a universe of several more "unreal's", grab a piece of paper and a pencil and write before you think-
This is actually writing.
The moment of mystical wisdom is the elixir of automatically discovering one's own awakening tunnel.
If you unite in a single term several contradictory but opposite and balanced feelings (at the same time) with the very balance of his creation, the level of consciousness writes simultaneously with what could be an idea. The beauty is that we don't even have to try, just as there is absolutely no effort in the presence of the "now" act.
For me, apart from many options that I cannot comprehend, it is also a good, stable healing recipe.

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The blood of water is found in the engines of the universe and in us, the turbine of light outlines the helix of time and time explodes with us, and as we collect particles, the age of synergies in the mechanism of life stages, postulates us in the inertia of load-bearing absorption, and the curves of non-manifestation generate purification in the middle between man and creation, we are the turbulence of a source in a living vortex, and whoever prevents the particle of life in its process, will pay accordingly.

There is no excuse before the act to bring a little light into this world, apart from the light itself, simplicity is loaded with options at hand and aid comes unexpectedly from all sides ... benevolence raises the time axis in the most appropriate moments to excel in this vacuum of experience. I am writing with the act at the table right now. I am surrounded by vivid "ideas" sitting on the imaginary chair next to me and "I see them." I'm ok, that's why I write, because I live an SOS of the company between happiness and its relationship with life.

When you write in one evening in your journal the greatest work you have already done in the evening that will hardly follow the previous one,
then you will know that you have a mission in this fertile age of commitments and (non-optional) changes, succession is here to stay, the essence is integrated into our resemblance to fulfill this planet, we are the people of Earth and no one can change that, the truth it is beyond the intermediate fence.:flower:

If we want tangible, the state of allowing, is higher than our reference degree, if we want anchoring, can we remember how we felt last Monday at 6 in the morning?
If we want one, we have to forget how to count.
Take the time to learn to write in your journal. Make a stock with what you might call "Add" ...Get the eloquence (intro) to allow you to feel more elaborate-(synthesized in shape), find a map of the "neuro-network of the journey", that was in question that Monday, draw it.

If it's not easy, remind me that the soul is a beautiful butterfly.:sun:

Recently uncensored,
:heart: Anca

Thank you for this wave.:bowing:

Light of Nibel (feat. Aeralie Brighton)(4:19)

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Anka

16th January 2021, 01:32

Longing for the soul
*talking to the soul

(Unwritten rules in yesterday's summary in the rhetoric of a "non-conversation")

"One day you will miss me. You will understand that time will help you forget a little more, but it will not cure your longing for me."
If you miss me, then let me tell you I already have you.
One day you will want with all your heart to be with me even more. You will hope to hear my voice for at least a minute and have another chance to hold me in your heart. You will dare to overcome your threshold and look deep into your answers.
You will understand that the answers are me, in the space of the name of a soul."

One day you will miss me, even if you integrate my whole being. Make me one soul to be able to feel the divinity in man, and you will still be a lack in completing the time left to travel. I am in your longest era, so I will take the most comfortable pleasure to experience you!

Dear Soul, I challenge you to love me, but it will not last. Not with you next to me.
Then you will not be able to wait, to simply let time pass. The thought that I might be somewhere other than the part of your soul from my soul, will drive you crazy. You will not be able and will not want to be with someone else because your central core has remained with me.
I intend to keep my heart central, it's too late for temptations now, it's getting dark and I'm dreaming of the sun's rays, about you.

You will think for a long time, then you will tell me how much you miss me. You will try to bring even more revelation, but all visions will be summed up in the same thought: "Come home!" I would also have the freedom to understand you.And I will come.

But here I am built in the modesty of giving beauty and good thoughts even if sometimes I receive arrows from people, they are meant for me to love them!:heart:

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A gram of soul in the house of my guests of emotions, they hold me in their arms that I carry with me the time to pass.
I miss warm people, I miss good people, with a sincere soul and a warm word, even if the strong winds of these times knock us in the window, I miss true support and the human cleanliness I know, and I know it is everywhere, even if the times are no longer "those old ones" as some say.

I miss people with serene eyes even though I sometimes feel their cold eyes. I miss the serenity, even if most of the time it rains on us with worries and needs that we cannot fulfill. I miss the light even if we all slip sometimes into the darkness of disappointments, and I miss the highest places even if sometimes we hide in the darkest places to mourn our bitterness.

I miss good and crazy people at the same time, with doses of smile and madness, between real and dreaming.:flower:
Because I lost myself with intense pleasure in the cute madness of some, I forgot what it's like to really live life. I miss simplicity and I say this with the thought of always looking into the distance at the huge distance between me and the window.

Of cheerful people, who smile at you with their hearts and their eyes. I miss the truth, not the cartoons.
I miss people holding hands, I miss someone stopping on the street in front of me and saying "Hi, I'm here!".
Of those who cherish the moment in the sum of their years, declaring to me that they have not aged at all.

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Of those who, to the detriment of their age, know how to love sincerely and completely, I lack people who will appreciate me, before my choices. Of people who tell beautiful and sincere stories and know wise and comic morals.:heart:

I miss people who, even if they have the opportunity, don't gossip. I miss people who are in the souls of others and in mine so close that when the phone rings I know by sound exactly who it is.

I miss people who love and love each other indefinitely, those who miss love and capitalize on the present and do not forget the beautiful past, those who do not sabotage their future and live their day.

People who have not forgotten how beautiful they are, and simply radiate, becoming sweet-tangled when you compliment them, leaving examples behind them, beauty is imprinted in my heart.I miss the people who sacrificed themselves for the history of a gentler nation and human race.

Like any man, I also have my Sun, I carry the weight of longing in the middle of my chest as a "counterweight heavy weight" of what reminds me of the first spark, in the footsteps of a missing time, translating the rendered archive of a childhood of the soul.

Soul fireflies float in the air, I could learn to read them, but I prefer them as simple miracles, they are part of the dream of what I feel growing up reliving an inventory of events here.

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I miss people as children. Those who sing their smile and dance to their success, those who truly rejoice and without restraint. Yes, for those who carry their youth in their souls and immortality in their eyes, I miss hugging them and drinking a glass of wine with them, for the rest of my life.
I miss sincere people. Of caresses that really soothe you. Of people who understand you without words and feel you without asking them.
I miss people who are pure in mind and thought. I miss those who are not petty.
I miss the people of yesteryear. Modest people inside and out, who shine in the sun and those who light my room when they visit me. By those who value naturalness, I bow. Of people who take you to heart and keep you there forever. Of those who would talk a little but fill any void. Of those who would turn any stone to express their feelings, because they care about you.
Before you know anything about me, let me tell you, I could be away from you, but:
I miss really good people!:heart:

Thanks to those I have in my soul:heart:, and really missing the rest of the world,

In writing,
Anca

Anka

16th January 2021, 02:29

Too Late Now on Earth

Today… still exist for a long time, yesterday passed into a lost future. I am now, but not always.

And I face it but I give in. I don't change at any gust of wind. I do not waver from wrong words and I am not knocked down by harsh words.
In the train of time without stopping and without stations, I do not go down to the first obstacle. Most of the time, this makes me want to move forward and bring only pleasant and soulful people closer to my soul. Many times I smile and see my way, in their embrace.:bearhug:

I love walking looking at the blue sky of this wonderful planet, my story alleviates any loss and replaces my identification value with the white dust of the clouds, reaching the honey of beauty and purity of life-laden generosity.
With my head up and the love imprinted on my retina, aren't there many who hate me… why should I be among them? I may be silent, but my silence does not mean giving in, or being gullible, or naive, my silence is a virtue. People talk too much when the sound sounds dumb.
Sometimes I overlook it, but that doesn't mean I don't see, I don't know, I don't care, I don't suffer. But helplessness is my guide too.

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My life is a new reading today, full of time in the imagination of my pleasure to cross it, I am my first reader when it comes to the magic of soul emptiness in my own rebirth from my own ashes, and step by step, I learn how to fall, as high as possible ...
I tolerate, but that does not mean that I do not feel what is bad, hypocrisy, false pretense and flattery.
Sometimes I support too much, out of good conduct, because my neatly meticulous education in the experience of interaction has dictated to me for years to love my values but also my enemy, and most importantly ethics, and I consider it a part of me… never I will descend to the level of those I avoid.
By definition, I'm a simple person, but that doesn't matter in a world like this, although I need so little to be happy — and sometimes so few that no one could actually really care.

I have only one regret: that sometimes I can't say thank you for everything I receive from those people around me and for the simple fact that they marked me and left their beautiful mark to some extent, so now I say thank you to everyone, to those wonderful people who beautify my life! You are one reader among them! :heart:
And if that mattered, it would certainly not be a coincidence at random, because it lifts me with every step into a realm of pure emotion of love for their/yours well-being, it gives me the power of a flourishing of predestination, signaling the reception of my truth about how I would love them, so that all I would have to offer would be absolutely nothing but the gift of rooting the immeasurable joy between.

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I transform this gift of rooting on a larger level, not because I want to, but because I can, in anyone's heart, my friendship in the emotion of the heart as a plasma of merging fullness with the feeling of faith, hope, delight, calm, enchantment, tenderness, sensitivity, depth, gratitude, intuitive coincidence and love again, will overcome barriers with their very union, a life story in a single wonder of sharing.Our rest of the world and all of us...together :flower:
I have always dreamed that I can be exactly anything my change can want for those around me, it is a gift that I can offer as a human being and not necessarily at random in the talent of unnoticed modesty, in the most expressionless mimicry, with the most deep expectation that I can fulfill.
I never wanted success in fulfilling the vitality of being, but I practiced perfection at least halfway in front of others by courageously advancing in my ability not to give up for them, and in my right to make mistakes when I learn new things, trying to help.
Somehow, I see this as a responsibility for a long-term compromise, in an existence project embracing the transformation into the key to the company that gives me the courage and the norm to never stop consistently balancing obstacles and opportunities in the equivalent of giving love to beauty.

My alienation is the cure to cross, along with the condition of the miracle of life, and with it
passers-by can see me as smoke without fire, my gaze in the deepest language of a heart full of scars, sticks to the character of the strongest simplicity born from the transformation of suffering.
I walk with the body I deserve, in a state of mind for no reason just because I recognize myself in my creature behind the mirror and in the breath of oxygen, listening to the trees grow and the scent of a warm ray of sunshine.
I would like to return in the end to the earth, a healed body, my abyss to be the culture in the home of the eternal spiral in the binder of the deepest awakening, it will bind me to my chapter of awakenings over several lives, I will go through the longest period in the shortest time.

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If my mind carries the books of my soul, bury me in the sky, let me soothe my soul suffering in the abyss of the clear clairvoyance, the first rainbow will be my smile towards you, its colors will let you know that I have reached the heart of login.
In the pages of the immortal stories of the soul, life knocks us down and crushes us, but the cohesive force in difference is art in the act of focusing on content, reminding us that we have a soul.:heart:
The distribution of a grounded eternity "passworded" my memory in a corner of my soul, in the back right corner of my room I withdrew my last thought, thinking that I was the dream I could never see.
Keeping the memory of my voice in silence, I accidentally find a drop of my soul in a lagoon of water in the eyes, looking for my gaze with the eyes of the soul I could say that I can still resist in this oasis of life consumption, if I keep the suspension, touching the untouched, I sunset as long as I could descending with the sun in the deep reds, to understand why I have to rise the next day.

The high commission of thought in front of which I am, gives me the mission release and the first thing I do is go to the cafe in the corner to drink an infinite blue horizon, I let my wave pass over me, I will take the next one, I'm taking a break now.

During the cold air, my picture reminds me that I have to forget, I could give up but I don't have the ability to complicate things, I'm not so good.
I choose the sweetness of a quiet old age in a glass, I would prefer not to prefer anything but the sweetness of waiting, I can almost afford to say that I am tired, but I can't bear to declare it.

If I+I wouldn't be me and this moment it would not exist, "we both" made a deal to silence this life, I could go through the whole creation with one sigh, but I couldn't be sure it was really me. Could I? Or it's already too late for a already world.

I sit at my cedar table, in front of me the fire burns, thoughts just fall, I hear the wax falling shattered in the candle of a living soul, the cover of the book is the fruit of a beautiful dream and the icon of light pours melancholy at the end of a writing.:flower:
A good day in my life brings a good end to it.
With faith,
Anca

Colin McAllister - Together(3:18)

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Anka

17th January 2021, 20:24

Can People Be Forever?
(Exposure: artistic literary."In the warfare trenches of one morning")

A teacher told me: The end is always near and I added and the day didn't even end. That's why he wrote to me as a memory calling me quizzical "Per aspera ad Astram" in an intervention inappropriate to these times.
If we discuss the past in a research then the present will surely be influential for the future.
If the future brings more quintessentially twists in more deep questions then addendum style in the software question: "How do the few win", brings common sense in the challenge that lies in the middle between the difference to conquer or win, which often differs.

We live on the brink of a tragic epic day, a weekend of truth shows us the fate of the latest events unraveling the secrets of the noisiest era in undifferentiated silent war.
Prophets hit the dam, kings conquer kings, T'hors guards are deactivated, the prospectus of a blueprint unintentionally brings the battlefront into the procession of pain under the guidance of fear.
Hardcore escape, sets in the cyclical speed of blindness close to the movement of a nightmare of history, we are mixed in the logical unhealthiness of the commercial-cosmic retribution of some war affairs which do not belong to us.
The remedy for change, translates the intransigence of the deep elements of molecularity organized organizational in deep spiritual structure, we are on a course in which inertia naturally adheres to the dedication to "die hard" and living easily simultaneously, and while many wonder if anyone can stop the imprint of one "carnage", we are already "butchered" for centuries Whole, and we were born with this.
Resilience is decomposed under the protection of an inherently reformation, ubiquitous preachers and prophets take over the millennial rough command of the Pandora's box, we are without any position in the axis of an unleashed spiritual anarchy separate from the expansion of the effect and in continuous relocation to conquer the source, no one can detect it and everyone has it, that is why we will persist without knowing that we will conquer.
That's why birds always learn to fly.:flower:

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We are partisans of a madness in the lesson for a war doomed to oblivion, we are the heroes who move the mountains, the story of a humanity created with creation itself trusts the earth beneath its feet and the blue sky above its head and whatever it is, we humans are our own reliable help, no matter how much we run away, if necessary we are obliged to get our hands on the weapon of justice, along with the time and the measure of life.
We can be hidden and fearful, but also fierce and worthy, when we are all eliminated one by one, the comfort of the lack of fear will set in.:flower:

Absence can be seen, but there is no higher passivity under the evident will of obedience,
than the limit of the world border that awakens the genome of humanity.
The story of a man defeated by the system can be a lesson with all its anxieties and carelessness, and even if we can be crushed under the armed force of a lesson that will leave us crippled in the story of awakening, NO order, method or spiritual evasion in the harvest
will be able to condemn with his own condemnation a whole world.

Even if we have a vague image of a haunted or exhausted humanity, and even if we sometimes choose to realize the responsibilities of the present by taking refuge in the glorious past or future, perhaps this tendency is based on the impression that we do not have much to report?

You cannot conquer information with information and there is no state of mind for it. The gain is transient and the base sinks.

Despite the fact that very little is known about the problem of information deficit, and all it is quickly solved, through all sorts of speculations and fantasies, some of which are in stark contrast to the history recorded in the price, success is common, even if we don't mind the implications of loss reporting, the gain is carried over, everything is transformed.

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Hold on tight and feel the balance. Now manifest it by giving it up in its own distribution.And horses must run free.:flower:

Our great deeds remain to load important details, in the merit of not missing anything legitimizing the good creation of good and the assiduous correctness to rise to the height of the noble strategy of freedom. Equality will always block when some will become more equal than others, individuality separates us in its own annihilation, unity is painful after all...

So freedom varies in its own right, in its instinct to preserve despite its logic and seemingly huge risk, which is why its preference for stories is quite bizarre as if it were the true cradle of humanity.
It seems that sometimes some of us are not even original in this claim, we cannot be original from the position we form, only if we want freedom to be in its liberation from concept, so we should normally, looking for freedom, to release it before we find it.

We are the portrait of a humanity fighting in its youth and no one can take away this prehistoric vitality of our resistance.
Our configuration is perfectly fully structured indestructibly high, in the steel beam of the energy of this planet, we are the concrete cladding in the armature archive that has consecrated us above any revolution of change, we are the many, we are truly order for the occupied planet , one in resonance still...
The attempt to condemn the lack of identity is a multi-faceted investigation to which we do not yet have full access, but it is certainly and can be clearly seen as an accident against its own regime imposed in the heart of the system that turns against the system.

The miracle in the primordial impulse of movement, in the instinct of the death-rebirth process, in the exuberantly lucky combination of a bet with life itself, in the struggle for justice in the archetype of the freedom trained to win,
the miracle in the sudden and unexpected overthrow of an expansion in the success of the armed elevation of the affiliation of our home, is close to the limit.

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We are the ones betting here, we don't need an invasion for us to feel at home.

The revolver of thought delimits endurance and time, and the sensuality of the heart, in deep emotions, pleasant memories, desires for good and channeling the right associative will, will prove to us people once again (regardless of the reaction of the effect) that we are strong, that we can integrate the will to power in the conjuncture of good harmony forever, that together we can save the greatest resistance of all time and so far, knowing that there is no greater success than the limit of austerity in the strength of the conviction of soul maturity, we will conquer with life itself.
A maturity of soul that the enemy cannot comprehend or weigh... we are the resistance group of the biggest problems in the world, maturity that is not foreign to the ability to live with limited resources, critical in life situations indescribably catalyzing opponent in our tactics and strategy of return to freedom with freedom in itself.

In the transit of a forced landing of humanity, the confrontation today leaves much to be desired, because neither side assumes their dreams and ideals in charge of the effort, confusion, neglect and lack of programming and direction presses on both sides, it's as if everyone wants to set traps for mice but not knowing how to put the bait, they themselves are caught in the race trap.
It seems like a real game, but a tragic one.

Even if the trees can break, they will never bend. If you want to know the truth about people, make them laugh, if you give them a reason to fight you, they will kill you first and then they will fight you, it is dangerous to bring a man to the limit of patience, in any condition of global situation.:heart:
Many have tried to kill us, few have failed and we are still here.

Our secret is that the dream belongs to us now dreaming for so long, and reality can be scattered in less than a second, but I prefer it conquered for the first time.

I am the host of a human habit, I am just a simple man, no one can disarm me from the cruelty and joy of committing this life for the benefit of life itself.
Once I give them my life for free, they take the liberty of carrying it on their own for me.
I am just a man who plants trees without the risk of making mistakes, exemplary generosity is the unmistakable and growing guide daily to observe. True exceptionalism is about complete discretion, but in the right direction.
Behavior worthy of the generalization of the concept of spirit and the ideals of spiritual chivalry that will come in the future will have to be returned to the mischievous smile of those who will create it.
Nothing is more spiritual than your own sense of feeling, which you truly deserve.
The earth never forgets non-rest sheltered souls.
The imprint of the world lies in a small gentle strong unforgettable discreet character.

"Unarchived", soft booting sequences of a dandelion time, breathing miscellaneous in the dream factory,

Anca

Michael FK - Wallflower(2:34)

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Anka

18th January 2021, 22:24

The light for the candle

Do you dream of a journey of what you can be yourself all you need?

The color of an hour shows courage in the picture of a summer of lives, when the silences are silent, the thoughts fly and the heart writes, the expectations are endless .... dreams scream through the universe .... and we still have ... the power to love...:heart:
The candle of the experience of living, urges us to seek the light to see the path.

Today it was raining heavily in the way of my vision ... drops of love fall from the sky with the weight of time crystals and the wind carries in its palms the embrace of my soul ... in the fog of a stormy plasma I am at the edge of the abyss spinning me with the revelation in the age of a lost era.
I am overwhelmed by the need for a hug among billions of unseen arms, I touch billions of heart thoughts, one heart implanted in the character of an alienated habit of being. I describe the geometry of a dream, through the arteries of a life path, an experience of less than a second in an infinite way to go through it, and It's not the pain I won't survive.

A wandering thought drips into my soul brings me to the limit of trying again, seeing me in the mirror I do not recognize myself, looking around I feel how I see ... the longing for something I just lost .... grace is not with me, only the vacuum belongs to me, in front of me.
I feel that something is happily receiving me from something I just broke up with, something is wrong and everything is fine.
If I was scared, then I would definitely know that I don't want that something to disappear, it's one old new, from which I learned the lack so far. When nothing is the same, I just manage to find out how old life was a few seconds ago, nothing is new in the news that everything remains the same. My choice to hide- I never had it, my right to go directly into the heart of my source revolves around a life, looking for the light I have, when everything is night, I go with the Day wrapped around me and the worlds perish in real fantasies.

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I move in the unknown, familiar with the steps I take slowly, I want to not forget anything while everything is erased from my memory, so all I have left is doing ordinary things pretending not to see that I move in territories unseen.
If we always go to a new place, all the time, we may have reached the habit where we do not want to live as if nothing happened but, I for sure want to be honest before choosing to live, experience tells me that in my attempt, however, nothing changes and everything matters.
But there are times when I miss how things used to be...

The ordinary is united with the experience sometimes so bad that you do not know what you are used to: the habit of experiencing life, or experiment of living in the habit.

When we were little, we like to think that we want to know absolutely everything, and when we grow big enough that the light no longer takes place, it is the last thing we could ever want, the last thing you would want also, would be to want to feel everything, and it's too much.

What you might want most is for those who are older than you to make the world a safer place, where dreams come true and promises are never broken, but it doesn't work that way.:flower:
Although you don't ask for too much. You want to be just a small and innocent child that you build in your depths so far, and without knowing this brings you back in time exactly when you hear yourself say "I didn't want any of this".

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Everyone say you don't have to look at the moon, and when everyone tells you that the moon has magical powers over you, you sneak up at night to stare at it, it's something you just do.
The magic is in the power to look at the moon in all the perspective that you can feel or not, you can see in the "blinding" of the moon's rays, that you are just a child, and more.
A child who wants to understand her beauty so badly that he risks everything to catch a glimpse of what it might be about.

Even when we know we’ll never find the answers, we have to keep on asking questions to the moon.
As I write, I could ask the rain to whisper to you through every drop how much I miss the light of the snow lit in the flame of knowledge ...
And the wind I would ask him to kiss the whole surface of the planet with every breath ... and the stars to write my love in the sky for us all ... maybe that's how you would know how much.
I've been missing you for a long time ... wherever you are, being with just being, is the shortest way.
But no one and nothing can convey what I really feel ... as no one knows how you really feel right now.
I closed myself in and now I am silent, I walk thoughtfully through the memories with time, I draw areas of the soul with every look, with every unspoken word ... I atone for my life.
I wait for the evening to come, with my soul to touch the sky, to fly far away, in thoughts always in the flow of the heart, remaining faithful to the commotion of life that we all lead together, some in suffering so terrible that life is harder for them than death.
So dream in fidelity to understand how difficult life can be for each one. We live in the age of over 8 billion small wars, and if it were not plausible, then it would be the amazing one, that we are still all looking for peace in this.
No one has told us that it is easy, and there are no instructions, unless we want to ignore them by integrating the truth into them.
The first war we are waging is with ourselves, and there is no analysis in trying to stop it immediately. But stopping it is not an action, a moral, a choice.

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Did I tell you?
I'll take you to unseen galaxies at night ... in my dreams ... do you want to come?:heart:

An anniversary show in the power of the word is almost over, the horizon is in place with hopes; I live a whole day to breathe writing all night and that could never end, maybe, only if the walnut leaf does not come off of the tree branch in autumn, only if the flowers will no longer bloom and the birds will no longer fly.
If I were half soul and half being, then the comprehension would be too great for just a simple delusion, and I will understand why I miss something I never had.
I will understand why I miss the dreams I already dreamed of but not lived, I could say why I say the thoughts in a whisper, precisely because they all "happen in their time".

I miss being a free and quiet soul, but maybe I'm already, I couldn't tell if I was,
it's just that I belong completely to myself when I write this for anyone.
If you miss the purest clearness of the worldly sky, don't forget that we are all here, at home, there is my country and yours and the incomparable place belonging to the human race, here is the place where life begins and ends in fantastic connection of time.
In this guest house of life, the heart of the planet beats hard and I trust to leave my soul to you for today, for tomorrow I will not return the same.

Don't let life force you to miss something you've had. Love what you have as long as you still have!
The light of a candle in reciting the verses of life, waiting for us to go and get our light. Did you gathered your light today? You don't have to look for her.:flower:

Chillstep | Killigrew - Otherworld (Wayr Remix)(4:49)

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Anka

20th January 2021, 04:13

Insignia of Goeppertia

If there were places in the heart of a man that no one can enter, and sometimes these places remain so, empty, forever, believing that no one can fill them, I choose my freedom and virtue to say that we will always return here, and we will learn to smile more.:flower:
Maybe the spark of life is not really about goals and aspirations, maybe the spark of life is to eat a good cake, to look at the sky, to tell a joke, to know how to forgive, to bring joy above all.
To taste the joy of rain, you must taste the rain, not the water, to enjoy the ether and atmosphere, you must not inhale more oxygen, you must know how to breathe with gratitude.:heart:

Nothing compares to the first time you see the sky, the day to count the passing forms of clouds and the night to count the stars, makes us believe that we still have a truly magical sky.
If contemplating, you wander what is beyond the sky, you could have many fantasies about what could be, some so real that when you return from contemplation, you can no longer say that beyond the sky it is just sky and endless sky, but you can say that what is important now is playing right here under the sky.

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Seriously, now, how long can it take you to believe in people. I met people who hurt me badly and because I offered them voluntarily, my good manners and everything they took from me, they remained marked. In a way Sometimes, it only takes a look… a smile, a word, a hand on the shoulder at the right time, a silence in which you can hear answers.
No one can take away my right to bring a little comfort in the life of anyone I meet.

Have you ever needed someone to sit next to you and give you peace of mind? Both and quiet.
A silence in which to rest your soul and thoughts, and to hear only your heartbeat in the silence that sounds so beautiful, a silence in which betrayal, lies, ignorance do not fit, a silence in which thoughts cannot take voice.
How long does it take us to believe in people !?

Many people need time and gentleness to be able to change, others need sudden changes to adapt later along the way of their abilities, sometimes we think that it would not be enough time for them to match the actions with the awakening, but we are not suitable to give them advice.
There are no tips or 5 ways on how to ...
The same guide, the same test, will never fit two people in the same way.

Anyway, in the end we will get… the man from us in a life or a life lesson in a man.
We are so easily fooled… we, the ones who run away from loneliness. We love in fact life and people, and we want to believe in everything, and we become vulnerable, and even with weaknesses, well exposed, we jump happy, but naive, in a crowd where we have nothing to do but learn. We have no eyes behind us and we not know how to defend ourselves.
How much do you want to feel from what is magical, if there were no levels of comfort and deep down you know that anything can happen, and there is no need to put a distance between fear and knowledge?
Could you then, maybe love people and the place much more?

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Life does not read notes, does not pause between two points, does not marvel and does not ask us, it only bears our features.
Half a second. That's all we live. Right now. Otherwise, everything has already passed and the future is still coming, we live a puzzle created from plans, memories and we forget every time, about this half second, now.
A period we don't feel, a short blink of an eyelid, a shiver or a sigh, and it's long gone. It takes you more time to tell it, to plan it or to imagine what it will be like when it comes again.

"Live the moment" does not mean to live at random, or to abandon yourself to excess because that is all you are, and you do not know what will be tomorrow.
It does not mean putting aside responsibilities in favor of the happiness of the moment, but on the contrary, accepting the challenge of uniting them, aware that you will have some stories about that part of the second, to tale.
The other half takes the caliber to understand what is happening, half a second gives you the power to permanently manage the other half.

If every second would define you, and it would be like a stone and a grain of sand, you have to fit them for a solid construction over time, without losing a stone.
Never lose the fundamental aspect that has built you from birth until now, recognize the density of the identity that you have always had and always carried with you, you will find the joy of a consciousness in the action of healthy starts from the heart, in true discretion and pleasure to recognize your peace anywhere and anytime and a gratitude to celebrate well... life.
People can believe absolutely what they want to believe, they can find meaning in anything they can and they can cling to it, in the end, it doesn't really matter what a trick or truth is, it will only matter that we manage to Believe.

While scientists are looking for gods and saints are looking for metaphysics, while everyone seems to forget about us, we like to call names for things that frighten us or bring us happiness, trying to remove or win the mystery, the culmination is that life is still developing, and sometimes, even if we forget a lot, things come more than we can take, like a mystery.

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So we catch on the go… Alone… We learn to defend ourselves after the first untruth, after the first betrayal, learning to forgive patience, stopping to become the time and cost of a sleepless night in the first awakening that will guide us further.
We cannot become independent and strong if we turn our hearts into a battlefield, we cannot offer ourselves all the time without being able to offer the responsibility of the silence that whispers solutions.
When everything around you stirs up the colors in your soul, try to paint with them the most beautiful picture and offer it with love to everyone, for their joy.
Our individuality belongs to the journey of events of a whole world, the secret of life could be that during the fall, to not look down, the universe cannot hide us and we should not hide life, we can only tell it in a beautiful way.

Hard or easy, everything passes, maybe it is important or not, that every moment that passes, to send us to our own future, calmer, more patient, more loving, more understanding, and even if this is more and more hard, definitely more durable.:heart:

Choose an imaginary little square in this reality, a pixel of your awakening, in which you want to feel people as you feel the beauty of the sea, in which you want to embrace people as you want to kiss the mountain, in which you can save the rain in this second for the rainbow of people's freedom forever, whenever this happens, remember this second and understand in a single blink that you can do it right now!

Best,
Anca

Seven Virtues(4:48)

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Anka

24th January 2021, 13:36

The doors of a perennial road

* Dedicating a part in writing*

There is no fundamental attestation more generous than the business card of the expression of the soul and its perennial character.

The area of generosity, conducive to an ancient fertile land, for a stream, in the process of giving
it can become a basic concern of the scholarly symbol of the soul and the overall picture of the usefulness of the experience.
Giving to the doors of the soul, we fulfill the destiny of creation here and everywhere, where the Human ceases his own non-control and embarks on the adventure of the initiative of love and the universal cultural symbol terminates the notion of time.

The first connection between the thoughts and the street of each soul household is the roof of our soul, it is the emblem that makes us masters over the sumptuous gates of our sense of ownership, aesthetic aspiration and tradition of antiquity. This is our home we want to beautify.

For a longer durability of the crossing, the incrustations in the generated transient existences, depend on the skill and the pretensions of each one.

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Working techniques must be archaic high, prudence and fulfillment through wisdom are difficult to mount and outperform, I know :flower:
The coating must be strongly segmented and complete at the same time, strongly protected and separately volatile fixed, everything is allowed and nothing passes.

The ornaments of life must be solid and good-looking, robust and confident in the ethics of the journey, we carry the usual stone block of existence as a medal already received, the character of the ornament gives us the detail of perfection to improve it.

Serious reality is no more important than the seriousness of reality.
The necklace interspersed with stars, torches lit between mornings and nights, and the warm breast of the soul in the cosmic ice of rebirth, the doors of the regeneration through recording and the carnival of the crossed worlds, holidays of all ages simultaneously everywhere, hosting trips to many places and the happiness of "be", what can be more beautiful than that?

We export the green shoot of life, geometric figures of the heart implant, the mythology of the locks and endless photos of the image...in infinite frames.

Between sharing tenderness and creating resonant genes, we are close to removing all time from us.What has been your reality lately?
On the world day of habitual beauty, in the fourth tendency of the sun's rays, at the doors of the open soul, will stand the whole universe sharing the vacancy of notions.

We correlate the graceful architecture of life with the usual need to transcend it, we are the ones who come after the great before to always ending-opening to and those who will always insist on keeping the door open.We are the symbol of youth for our human race.
We, people, will always have thirst for the happiness of the soul, giving more and more, we just have to see ourselves pushing ourselves in the direction of the truth that we want not to find out, but to be.

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This reference threshold is the biggest exception, we must love the exceptions between good and evil, there is only one way, the perpetuation of love for the birthplace must make us love any place, there is so much space available...

The quasar of the fulfillment frame stands at the edge of consciousness and on the threshold of the awakening in which we have been for a long time.
The living fact in the kinship of consciousness with the universe, the peace of finding the carriage of the super-being consort, the perfect color of the views of the soul and the infinity of a single objection, will bring us what we deserve in part.

The serenity of the heart will always reveal the color of the soul.
The Psalter of a night, and the whole duty of a morning, brings me before you, in a parental return of the event of life, in the complete emotion of the cradle of creation.
Between childhood and life, my door is adorned with the urn of flowers and medicinal plants, in the ashes of the sleeping light, in the commemorative synod of the passing of the years, in the happiness that they can fulfill the waste of life in the most relaxed concert, in the uncertain ideal of the remuneration of the certainty of becoming.
I don't want to acquire without being able to give, I don't want to give without deserving the deed.
My door is wide, stand in its doorway, and
I tell you, dedicating everything, Welcome! :heart:

Anca

pueblo

24th January 2021, 22:05

If this time has taught me anything...

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Anka

24th January 2021, 22:27

If this time has taught me anything...

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Thanks pueblo. :flower: Especially for this:

"If this time has taught me anything,it is this:
HOPE matters and we cannot live without it.
This time has taught me that HOPE is not a wish
Nor a desire for things to be different.

It is a course of action, a combination of mind and heart.
The future can be better and can be brighter,
And we each have the power within us to make it so.
There will be challenges to face along the way,
To which there are many solutions.

There is a source of resilience deep within us all
If this time does not teach us,
That time itself is precious,
Then will have missed the lesson.

The lesson that never before
Have the past and the future been so irrelevant,
And that the quest to “find ourselves”
Has been fruitless till now;
Only because we have been searching
In all the wrong places.

We are here – we are now
We are each and every breath we take.
Every day is a gift – a gift to begin again,
And to grasp with both hands,
The fresh opportunity to learn, unlearn and relearn.

If this time is not wasted. "
Thank you!
:heart:

Zirconian

24th January 2021, 22:44

Beautiful Pueblo & Anka :heart:

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25th January 2021, 00:26

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Anka

26th January 2021, 06:27

History goes on

How long and beautiful is the life between man and history, so at hand and so far away, and yet the truth has always spoken through sacrifice.
How many lives have lost the truth of history and how much we have lost the lesson of history in these lives.

While many fear the future, or glorify it as something almost fabulous, the future should optimize the quality of life, trying to rediscover the grace of power we still have as people and inhabitants of this planet.
The future should always bring out the best in man, always in a modest and altruistic pursuit of happiness.
Our plans should fulfill light, food and medicine together for a better future.
The future is the ancient place of ancient times, it must be the fact, we are the resolution and the fulfillment that will have to be in both.

The human future should place the planetary space at a cosmic potential for everyone, we should stand up and write with spatio-hieroglyphs that the future belongs to us. We live in the bosom of a planet that still loves us, we have the historical imprint that proves to us not that we were primitive, but that we were one with this planet in thought and feeling.

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Think how many palm prints have crossed ancient oceans of time and history, only to be able to say "Hello!" today... they believed in the future, why can't we believe in the future, especially now?
Have you ever touched a palm print on the wall of paintings that still convey in the future? Have you ever felt the passage of time when you touched the imprint of that ancient palm? Did you hear the ancient cry of hope? Were you amazed at their power to believe, from then on, in the future? Do you realize that the footprints of millions of colored hands on the walls of the past will still continue to travel through time?

The story of the last human history is only a section, the birthplace always carries it forward, the wonderful continuity of the discovery of the future will be from now on a classification and we must trust in our own strengths, we must find clear evidence of collaboration with our positive experiences with the present, never surrender, no time to cry, no time for settings and superstitions, no homework to meditate other than our own positive and constructive input!

Criticism cannot lead and it will never call competently for to the truth, the truth is near, when we feel masters of our holy earthly lands, when we discover in the foreground the classification without subordination of the reality we want to be together, not separately.

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We must think of the present as a distant future and we must recognize the human heritage brought to the present day in evidence, in commemorative collection for our future from ancestors. There is no positive or negative before saying the magic word "inheritance", we would not have existed without history and history would not have taken place without us, no matter how bloody it was, suffering was further translated into learning.

Learning has created such a wide reserve of our soul, we have more knowledge than we can carry, that is why we are all wonderful and special, that is why we must learn how to surpass ourselves in the value of bringing the clear crystal of self-reflection into and for the benefit of all.
Any small measure of prevention, care, change, transformation, ordering, rehabilitation, re-conversion, pacification, unification, language, unique spiritual methodology for each one, planning, kindness and bonus, clear evaluation, sincere feeling and dedication, these and much more must to bring a constructive contribution, especially for the continuity of this so very
distant diary of humanity.

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There are places where the blue of the sky meets the green of the earth, places where deep silence is the gateway.
There, immortality seems tangible, and the reality of the world everywhere becomes a certainty.

Wisdom for us should be to watch the sunrise with trembling dew eyes knowing that its rays are hidden the mysteries of cosmic existence, we are the dreams of the creators within us who dream of ourselves, what could we want more than that? Why listen to the gates carved in hatred, when we are the gate and the light ourselves?

We have before us the endless fertile fields of billions of soul properties, and we must sow them with the mysterious seconds of our existence, even beyond our comprehension,
so that in the middle of the hot afternoon of events, they may bear the fruit of perfume and peace and planetary consolation...

We must not all be separated by the counting of a diagram between night and day, we must find our common paths on those plains, our paths of all, those that we will build in the future, we will always make a path between east and west, to we never forget that.

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We are the only warriors of these times, there are no other heroes besides all of us, we must not be afraid when heavy cannons cross the valley of mourning our suffering, because without understanding the darkness, our light is not full, we can not fight of what we do not want to do, only if we understand the involvement and what presupposes the balance between black and white, to be our pavement of trial and victory.
We must look to the end of each day with eyes enchanted by the mysteries of life that we have not yet truly discerned; let's never close our eyes to sleep, not before we know why all people wake up the next morning.

This can be a real challenge, but from my own experience I can say that I have managed to live quite condensed in the expansion of daytime options, and maybe some of you know that absolutely everything matters.
We must know how to enjoy the twilight that invisibly unites our smile with the joy of the world that wants to live.

If you are here and read, if you will read in the distant future, from the nearest present, I am the proof of a living being, a clay being like all the others who have split time until the present of this future!
There is no greater grace than the human being, we are with one foot in the past and with one in the future, we are the giants of endurance walking with time.

Good man, make time for yourself, live in the now and come back to nature, bring others near you, gather them near you as if you were picking flowers on the plains for your own life, do not run, walk
history is waiting for you, make it matter now.
:heart:, Anca

EFO

26th January 2021, 07:09

Inertia

Living/staying comfortable in the old paradigm,dogmas and prejudices,why one should,at least try,to at least think differently and ask different questions that are always asked by majority?if there is an elephant in the china shop,as we live in a dual world,remove the elephant from that space or remove the space and let the elephant to search an other space.It will take some time to remove one of them,but it deserve the effort.

Anka

26th January 2021, 20:26

The world's ocean aquarium

Tonight I will read as I write, or I will pause to reflect as I write()written meditation()
How unique and native is the belongingness of our time, maybe we grew up ...? :flower:

We humans have seen everything and if not, then we are proud to say this and sometimes we even believe in it, so the role of discovery often leaves room for shock, but we also like this irreverently provocative, sometimes even in the rise of shock, and in general we are quite friendly, even if sometimes we claim the points of life and freedom in the descent of our own situation.

Equality is accepted only in the scheme as a rule, not as a non-methodical spontaneous twinning, but started from a pure heart, not from commitments. Who needs commitments in a world like this, what promises can we make, without starting before and after on the road?
We seek, full of feelings to get closer to each other, accepting more in fact curiosity, detaching ourselves not by chance but quite controlled by the freedom we believe we have, we thus grow humanitarian and kind even as we recognize in our souls that none of this completes.

What attracts us in this time to be together though? :heart:

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Often labeled as independent and original children, children in growing people, often feel a little "different" or "special" throughout life. Some of them feel that they are on the outside looking inside, and their ability to observe and deduce is often very fine. They are also adept at making things work, even when the pieces that make up the whole look like a jigsaw puzzle with unusual pieces are heavy - especially when it comes to groups of people. This differentiates some as managers and team leaders, labels start to flow, equality destabilizes even as a concept, dissatisfaction begins to appear, we all want other people's toys, but we are not ready to ask them politely, and then education to Be=Come( future) in fact growing important deficiencies in the great revelation of the human race, coming to always tell each other Be=Have(present).
Things are so simple that the complicated system we have created prevents us from getting them, but at the same time it makes them even simpler.

The winning way of dressing as an aspect in the way we present material to the world will never undress our souls. The shame of being naked has reached the bone, we are naked looking in the mirror and this brings us a deficiency on which we don't even know how to summarize to our advantage. Temperatures and empty calculation fireworks buttons close our shirt so tightly around our necks that the tie of time will surely take all our air someday.
Surprisingly, we still stop at fixed signs in the sky and between us, but these are just transient phenomena in the inflexible maintenance area, and we still fail to see the distinction of not forcing the principle of not intervening on others.

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We swim in a Time Aquarium, off an ocean larger than time can hold...hold on...:heart:
The source of the soul is the place created by us here now, we are the world in interpreting the longing for the planet, we are not the automatic response of an environment, we are the natural inversion-(the property of gaining altitude, by the grace of gravity, is normal in any change) -of the universe, we just have to direct our heart in the opposite position, we are a growing A, In our aquarium will we have to become masters, the impossible is at home, that's why we don't have to fulfill it, that's why our own individual path lies in 8 billion different decryption keys, and what beauty and protection there is in that! :flower:

There are no 24 points of view, there are more than 4 version visions, that's why we are masters in counting without knowing anything.
We don't need corners to round our soul, the time spiral of the planet actually helps us at dizzying speed, to become, to round the portal of our soul, the connection is always there, it must not be invoked, you cannot call yourself in your own court lives ... only if you want to succumb with your own help. The density of the water within us and the density of the ocean water of the soul will bring us the gravitational grace force in the potential to finally go out into the cosmic sea.

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We no longer have to run to assemble or disassemble customs, there is no payment, we already do it living. The spectrum show works by itself in all its splendor. Libra does not lean towards black or white, it does not bring does not take, it is the threshold of crossing beyond everything.
Feel free to step on the scales, and you will see that in time, without maintaining anything, the creation of the world truly becomes a spectacle, even without knowing how to want it.

We live during the search made by man, in fact we perfect the search, not the answer, and we live a path in the typology of obstacles that will grow in the future like a cocoon from which the only single way of non definition will explode in completing the pursuit of the planet to become,
because the planet takes precedence and life follows.

The planet, like us, has functions involved progressively, innately authentic, of experimentation, of transcendence, we must be prepared at all times.
- the impulses of awakening happen so frequently that the untouched avant-garde never actually stopped, harmony unintentionally embodies and transcends all beings, and we teraform the expression of a content, there is no greater extreme than to recognize "the planet of a pure mind."
-we are born of "sharing a universal fortune and heritage", practicable, uncompromising, iconoclastic, independent, bold, prone to experiments and sometimes eyeing too radical solutions, we are a resource in charge of our spiritual property, a technology to contribute to the advancement of the status of torus self-impulse, a kind of flexible style in any deep and wide universal aspect, without investigating freedom and without inventing healing...
That is why flowers will always bloom without worries.:flower:

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I'm not a happy person, I'm not a satisfied character, I'm not a mythological creation, I'm just born. We live by the law of the earth in the uranium within us, in the orbit of the nine steps on two parallel infinite paths, there is no greater judgment than the orbital freedom to perform an act of planetary creation.
The valence of aquarium lighting in the ocean wave of time called the world, will expand fragrant in the serene color of the pleasure of Mother Planet, and we humans so small and innocent, we will forget to count when we pass the story of the city of the seven hills, we will forget to research when pearls illuminated by time will draw the necklace of our soul, we will forget the space of death for which we were created in such a short time when we will see our own light.

The right to walk is the submerged eyelash to plunge into the waves of the universe, for everyone has learned to swim as everyone has learned to dream.

:heart:, Anca

[Chillstep] Ferven - Avidyā(5:28)

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Anka

27th January 2021, 22:52

I call this home

Home is where I find my place, where my heart takes my smile, where I keep my awakenings, where people greet me, home is the opportunity for a new beginning, in every release of unlimited, where you can be wandering in any location in the room of your world.
Home is the distance you carry in your soul on the horizon of a fulfillment and the morning of an awakening, standing still in the same place venturing the unforeseen in the journey without destination...

What makes you feel at home, at your place? Think about what it would mean for this to be a legitimate question in which you can truly invest in a truly beautiful "foray" into the best experience.
On the threshold of a potential, a map is activated, it draws our world, at home.
The transit points are automatically progressive triggers, the symbol of the mystic as degrees of years, fulfills the conditional age of temporarily "after" in its absence.
The tradition of planetary age is related to our interpretation, surprising energies extend the orbs of our revolution of light, a few minutes away from the mind, I call this a "right-pair" life.

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I'm over the edge of being in the longing for spirit of home, of course I have to stretch my only wonderful net of a continuous beautiful madness, in the art gala of perfection, there are no mistakes, and in a short time it becomes more than an opportunity to be in the position of continuity. As the globe collapses under the weight of reality, though art is an endless survival...

Whether we are earth or we are heaven, borders are the confession of the altars we pass beyond, infinity always tells us that we are that "Everywhere" that we are...
At home it represents the tenderness of a shyness and especially the impressively naive incisiveness to become. Again.
Only we know what the assumed foreignness means and only we know how to communicate in human language.
Beyond the purity of the human soul, many people still help each other to sacrifice, mothers for children, young for old, old for generations, many still link their profile standing close to those exiled from their own dream, bringing them to the land of real fantasy.
This is my time, this is my threshold, a solar lighthouse lost in its own unceasing light.
Two hearts in one soul, two souls in one heart in the surprise of life and passing by people, in passing glances we catch rays of love and pieces of smile, we rejuvenate our gaze and finally manage to reach out. Sometimes.

You don't need much to be happy; a song and a little infinite.
The world is made of very little. No matter how pale the day is, so bright is the night... everything is fleeting and nothing is important, everything matters and nothing passes unrecorded. You fall asleep, you wake up. Near or far are only values given by the mind, but the neighborhood is the song of peace and the song of war. White weapons and black weapons for words, everything sinks into the silence of noise and everything rises into the noise of white silence.
As the years go by, what do they leave behind? Smoky windows. We play with love, the very love.

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I miss it, but I don't make it a merit. Humility is like an incandescent steel wire through which I pierce my heartbeat so that it doesn't hurt.
Everywhere we have trodden the universe, we have trodden with the mystery of the earth, deeply rooted and we are always more attentive when we watch with the eyes of our ancestors the passage of time.

Because we know that at a distant heartbeat stands the "foreign brother", the one who does not turn the world on his fingers, the one who is good when he becomes alive and useful in our planetary home, the one who prays with us in the only liturgical breath, the one that confuses the beauty of nature in it with the mother nature, the one that is proud to dream of the future of the world's children,
he who sees in life the place of solace and growth of soul, in the patience and grace to animate whole continents in the service of placement,
just a heart and billions of beats....most people are us humans :heart:

When the border becomes too small, our birthday will animate whole meadows of endless flowering tenderness along the rivers of truth under one sky:flower:

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Welcome to the threshold of your soul home, the world belongs to you as you belong to it, greet the joy of adolescence in search of happiness, say Helloooo....!!! to the answer of the sun, write the fairy tale of your life story, so you will grow people and generate Nature.

Gather the mind of the most beautiful imagination about your good deeds, connect them in story lines and beautify someone's life with them, stories about gratitude to enlighten everyone's soul.

Few minutes? The virtue of prophecy doing good in the most dominant way, not to influence but to bring the truth in a timely manner...
...the next time you wake up knocking on the door of your soul, prepare a carol in the adventure of sharing your learning alone, transforming habits, feelings and values into the song you know you will sing forever, in the silence of the mission.Your mission.
You must honor the house that gave you a home, a place, a space and a time, recognizing in due time the anniversary of your awakening with the process of fulfilling the mission along the way.

When those who are similar do not gather, you must know that the mission is greater than their close twinning. We must be patient to contribute to the hardest flight and the easiest descent, to take the courage to recognize the difference by resemblance between them!

At home, it is the atmosphere of un-conditionality, it is the comfort of dreaming in peace, it is the service for humanity in reference to an open window, it is the conversation with the flame infrastructure that keeps us and the joy of life magnified in the "dull" glory of existence, where the beginning of sincerity just practices us daily.

In the middle of the cosmic skies, decoding the widest map and searching for the lost style, reports write that stars healed by humans, each man has the tectonic point of movement in the predictive degree of the hero in him.

Home is the art of genesis, Home is the being of us, Home is always home :heart:
Our profession is to be truly at home. The discretion of a second of smile, in your own achievements, a thrill, a sigh in the emotion of a beautiful imagination, where you can celebrate without a show, where identity knows the gift of perfect peace.

Home, where everything is fine, where you can choose to do beautiful things for the benefit of others, where you can animate your true world, home where you live above all illusions, where no one knows how you bring value to time, shedding a tear for the day that has already passed.
Home is not a play, it is the richness of intimacy, of the comforting solitude you need,
where hopes no longer fit in the space of the soul and you must release them into the expired air, where the bullets of pride can no longer kill the graceful emptiness of the soul...

At home, where you can hear yourself as you must understand a whole world, where you are, rebellious, serene, without secrets in the naked contemplation of the insecurity from which you learn and in the certainty of fullness...

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Home is the story known only to you, the place where you can open and close memories, home are your wings with which you can embrace all the scars of existence :bearhug:
Home is not the place to return to, it is the place to stay.

The place where you will never find your way back, the place that lives in you, the memory space of your fragility as a human being.
At home you sow thoughts of time and seeds of silence in future landmarks, in the plain of an ever-revised paradise, an almost deaf labyrinth in such a large universe, in the transient map of survival,
where together, one by one we can say to each other:
"Keep me up and tell me nice!" the future listen!

Visitors of a late autumn will bring us a surplus of gifts, and we will offer them in return our diary of time beings, if I had been a point, I could not have hidden the emotion, if I had been a phrase, I could not have transformed myself in autumn, if I had been at random, I would have fallen in love, at random, with Life , again.

If I hadn't been so far from you, I could say I'm home here, in the green of the chronicle vestibule, and if I had never been seen, all the better, I wouldn't have been able to tell everyone:
Welcome home to you, the place where you feel is yours !:flower:

With love,
Anca

Killigrew | Sanctuary (Album out now)(4:30)

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I took 9 steps, one more, and I'm home :)

Anka

29th January 2021, 01:02

Impossible, creation

We are the reason why people once scribbled on the heavy walls of survival and the intense search for truth, the message that we are ... as we were.
Sometimes the present becomes almost uncomfortable when we take a step back in hearing the distant cry of our ancestors, their cry is a carol of a charm that conveys more than we could debate, nothing can count the need for wonder, going forward, this leads to us in -a single gesture of showing, that apparently we have a task that we can express precisely in search of it, the full gratitude of life.

Thinking that dedication in all its forms began there, a long time ago, it gives me shivers and I understand virtue at an ever-increasing level, the implications of the present are so unified with the past and the future that the margin of error in all resolution lies only in our inability to comprehend everything.
When we begin to ask, we tick the past with the phrase, "Hey we have these terrible stories we have to get over" and the cyclical already comes into being in the act of involuntary transcendence, we becoming as good as possible in everything we are at that moment, in fact wanting more and not knowing what to do.

If the age of this age comes with an almost tactile resonance of stagnation, and if we are not pessimistic, in billions of forms and styles, we are in fact a compliment to the truth itself, look at the trouble of "Never" ...is standing next to each of us so close...than "Ever":flower:

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If we are tired, mostly, why are we looking for new thoughts to old complaints? In our mix of confusion, "saying" resonates with weighing everything looking for the pillars of what we know,
therefore, perhaps, among many other things, we revolve around ourselves, so evidently.

That's why we always say with "industrial" wisdom of "performance": "Let me sleep on this" That's why we hurry to start any phrase with "because"...
That's why we delay almost anything by easily saying "I'll figure it out" or "I'm stuck" or "I'm dying here", while language is the biggest paradigm, somehow, we manage plausibly to contravene our own laws; we need a guard not to feel that something is out of order, we need the advantage of looking at the door of truth, that's why we chose the simplest paths in life according to the wavelength of the reverberations of the soul, right?

Anyway if this would be an overstatement, when nothing is separate, then "I'm in trouble" timely being said, while I am describing the Air, most feel that "they have no air around them"; and if we want to know "why", then why oppression or possession when we can try our unique style spirit passion free from fashion? We are not "pushed around" we are conjugated at our level, despite the truth we already have...

We do not need praise, reform, time for revolution, we do not need an increase or leveling or decrease of emotions, to regain "control", or to adapt the algorithm;
in order to establish the bridge, it could mean to have them all, absolutely unnecessary managed, becoming ourselves the personification of that bridge.

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Life is not an unsupported substitute, it should not be "conquered" and it should not "bring us down", quiet youth despite the separate events of life, often leads to old age reconciled with life itself. I've seen this at least... so many times :flower:

Between "literalism" and "allegory", the "fundamental" remains in the individual creation, nothing is ordinary and everything is at hand in any sense, equivalence, parenting personal creation, in a patented interval that defines us at some point, and that should not mean overcoming, it should mean the art of joining.
We are the genesis of every artist in us, we are the inspiration while life carries our creation, and if we have no more responsibilities than duties, we paraphrase walking in the age of our awakening and the weight of this fact actually facilitates the transition.
When we completely release the unknown metaphor of the content within us, we hear the old song of the universe, it is unbearable not to sing it and it is indescribably romantic not to be able to fall in love.

The light waves are precise enough that you can't forget their docking range, the frequency increases shifting to purple, the inevitable stationary dynamism, dynamically infinitesimal,
brings the uniqueness of a speculative equation at the level of revelation, beyond Kelvin degrees, the direction is no longer a capture of (`-Lack of expression), the ratio plants zero shadows to the capacity of the circumference of a universe only.

Describing the universe within us, each in a different way, is absolutely necessary, especially when we take the first steps towards the primary words of eternity.
What can man be, in the memorability of the universe? As far as an answer to remember? Genesis has the property to intervene, creation is the answer to any question, the ego should be humiliation and wonder to fall into the different close solar angle.

If I do all the work and no one asks me why, then maybe I'm someone who doesn't care about what's going wrong, and wants to have something to live On, in the spirit of future generations.
Having one map of all the elements I could discover, the question is if I ever want to do it, so basically I should carry it as close as I can, in gathering my future senses for the best...

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In the course of a lifetime, the path must be as previewed as possible, to feel what really scares us and what makes us happy, it's surely basically way too hard, and then we'd like to explore every aspect of the big picture to know what brings us satisfaction in what is easiest.

The attitude, pardon the risk and the vice doesn't matter unless the emotion strikes me, I'm ready to admit that I'm so close to experiencing death always in writing, it's a reaction of thought that maybe I'm already in flux and the transient exchange of life, is so unexpected...
But I don't care about that either, precisely because I'm interested on a less automatic, more fantastic romantic level in a particularly insanely beautiful way, in volunteering, to carry out...

There is no mentality against potential, the influence goes in multiple versions, not of courage but under the emblem "Damn, what is happening is already happening", so apart from the fact that you do not gain any of this, what can you lose? :)

The truth can be true without being scientific.

"Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed is in itself, after his kind"
Giving a name in order to dominate this world, we decay from our simple role, the physical details are tangential to our own creation, the touch is not the acceptance to go to a precipice as in a scriptural cannon at the end, in fact we have more... done this so many times; scientifically, knowledge should discover wisdom, not an evacuation card from one's own reference, alignment with our allocated space and time is not obtained and is not manipulated, it is used according to...

The belief by the cadence in the origin of the fulfilled fact, belongs to us if we want, not to forget that man is a singular creation, and the soul outside the concept, propagates by its own autonomy in musical creation, no one can take the allure of our story, only if he sacrifices his own in our favor, so it is good to know why it is good to turn the other cheek. The attraction is never deceptive, it is hard balanced, the secret is not to wait for the effect but to release it at will.

There are truths so obvious that they are unexposed, their discovery by each individual is almost a creation.:heart:
As for the artist inside man, creation can adopt a rather raw and abrupt informal chaos, in such primary elements, which melted into the creative dimension, resulting in a form, absolutely determined, differentiated by its own nature, not accidental in the event of a precedent of spark of idea, could bring in fact good energy.
All that follows is a memory, creation is the present of the future, at the speed of our delimitation there is no miracle greater than us humans.
The moment a universe becomes known, it becomes instantly created already, and not being about me, yet it is momentarily, the absolute good chance.

With all reverence for those who seek through the singularity of spirituality, with all my love and affection for those who carry quite heavy emotional baggage, let me shed a tear for you and give a part of my dedication to "being" with you. :heart: I convey to you all, my gratitude, not without regret for all the unfortunate events around the world, the azimuth of a journey brings me to the quintessence of a Romanian night, so close, praying in my way, in the late commentary of a memory and a worlds won,
in true gratitude,
Always wishing, wishing good for everything and peace...:heart:

Anca

Dimatis - Overcoming (2:54)

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Anka

1st February 2021, 08:12

The quantum leap from within

The whole world is watching individuality in 8 billion faces of our planet.
In the mass signs of time, we can imagine the revelation of an era of spiritual urgency and behind the curtain, the reply is one: The wheel of history will follow the spirit of time within us.

Exponentially with each century we face the theme of mastery and the quantity and particularity of the subatomic reinterpretation of the loan of time.
"Unrestrainedness" walks us on the time corridors of life like an unleashed passion, the secret of the balance of having this world, is love as an endless metaphor, is the well-being and beauty of the waking state; like a beautiful refreshed morning state, that i have now.
Personal empowerment does not have to be an acute concentration, the beautiful feeling of renewal of the good spirit world, is the whispered voice that knows the world before you get here :flower:

Therefore, before the melting of the body, this sweet fire born of the grace fulfillment, the light we burn in the dark path of time, is the joy above creation in the crucifixion of the frightening ego itself, by planting the seed of life in a timely manner.
The name is the endless guard that keeps our soul alive, love, is the eternity with which we cross the river of space.
The mission begins with the duty to share; with a single gesture we can unleash the altar of the heart in a permanent liturgy of forgiveness from which we are constantly indebted to dare to say that we are truly touching this earth!

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The unceasing prayer of the heart is a nuclear earthly gate that opens time, who loves transforming everything, who deserts without limits and purpose, transcends everything.
Whoever reasoned incessantly without thoughts in the occupation of a continuous remembrance of the passage beyond time, easily steps over the convolutions of events.
The prayer of the heart should remove every thought, it is a weapon of the serene days within us, it is kneeling before our massive embrace to recognize that we are our own initiators of time glaciation.

Truth should already be a miracle performed and an unexpected gift, consecration is the source of healing the body, by returning to the world; we cannot run away in prolonging the state of feeling, time measures the spirit on account of the connection.

To live sometimes means to know the emptiness of the body, the sorrow and the pain and at the same time to master the diligence of living in spirit and grace, it seems a tragedy and a challenge at the same time, I take them together with the sweetness of Love that I will fully taste in the eternity of a painful journey of debt that I must fulfill.

If beauty has already saved the world so far and love has partially solved the present, then the balance remains to be paid in the uncertain future.
The inner balance lies in the secret of life that repairs the past in full remedy and the savor of the momentary joy of the soul reaches the future in sharp spikes of dedication.

The basis of human balance, both psychologically and spiritually, is love, love in the life we lead.
For in us we are entrusted to be, in the power of grace we become people united with the people within us.

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Every human being on earth has a drop of grace, in which it is observed, the useful quantum presence, through love we position ourselves correctly towards others, love is a concept, but its secret is the truth of a nameless, pure definition.

Her word must be uttered in itself, round in opening, with a source of unfailingly graceful substance, its flavor is romantically richly charming, Her delight is power, energy, shared light, its opening is the comprehensive load of living in, is the heavy tonnage of the soul covering and the immortal time in the sweetness of just offering it.

The command of absolute choice to institute the effect of a quantum paradise in temporal gravity lies in the independence of the freedom to say "I know, therefore I exist," and the expectation already sows captivated in the entirety of a word carried by the cosmic waves;
-the example is not an ideal, the ideal is a chimera of tragedy sometimes, that is why avoidance with the avoidance of everything in itself and nothing is crucial.

The tragedy in billions of faces of fear must not be a chain of time, it must become the peaceful utterance of the perfectly omniscient awakening.
We now live the borders of this earth in the nature of a whole world, we have no way to be divided, because we are more together than we could be.

We are aware of the undoubted breath of grace of humanity in all of us, the victory of light is inevitable in the most acute degree of soul exfoliation, refusing to accept suffering, accepting to suffer every refusal in this perfectible environment...:flower:
You can accept with self-acceptance when you see everything and nothing, when you feel the area of a pretext without its meaning in the known category, you can marvel at yourself in your discoveries not yet happened.

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We can bet on the tragedy of good or evil, under the subtle instinct of the auspicious pleasure of exercising it, but the contact will remain alone in the great consequence of ever balance.
The principle of reality always vehemently demands behavior of adaptation and adjustment to
incursion; it is the immediate and abrupt need for needs, which seems to block, stagnate, govern and precipitate the fall itself.
And for that, we summarize in the compensatory search for the lack of effect, and we begin to fulfill the harmonies in illusions unraveled by time, without knowing the motivation or the barrier that is the price.

We must make an increased distinction between pleasure and contentment.
Emotional stability in a stable stage away from averse fluctuations, and avoiding the path of exaltation, patiently leads to maintaining awakening in a moment of contact in the external asceticism of the context, and triggering the spiritual experience as an individual symbol.

There is no other space, and we must not force the light, there is no "Talera" exchange for the soul and mathematical variables for existence, only if the vehicle of the answer sums them up. There is no core burden beyond.

I feel that we are the stimuli of a single domain, we are the middle opinion in the calculation of a single variable, and sometimes when the mantras detach the problem of introspection, the chimeras are sold at a discount to the good price of truth, but none of them can describe the energy of sound dowsing of the soul.

The piece of the soul can be a real currency in guiding the story as a life to follow, the leitmotif catalogs the scheme of simplicity in the irrefutable offer to pack our own truth;
- ironic or sad, when you start to feel simple with simplicity itself it becomes difficult to argue anything else...

The report is the living proof that we are and we have the key to not open the door, the path should be a common prayer in the cosmic organ of energy that completes us together.
The future can be the courage to choose the reflection of our soul, we are a breath away from any line, we are beyond the amount paid in the price of a test as a bonus; we are the pair of a whole world in the fascinating message of life; we are the future of a wave in the subtle spark of victory within us :flower:

The future shouts "Present"! The event engages the state of the citation of freedom in our individual acceptance for the benefit of an entire humanity. We are in the quantum of what we represent now.

:heart:, Anca

Peder B. Helland - Drøm (Official Video)(3:11)

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Zirconian

1st February 2021, 14:15

Your beautiful words always inspire my heart. :heart:

Anka

1st February 2021, 21:43

Your beautiful words always inspire my heart. :heart:

Thank you Zirconian to your good heart!:heart:
There are times like this when I run out of words...:blushing:, but I will try to write instead with lyrical feelings in this collection of time :bearhug:

There are handshakes that inspire confidence, confidence…which you distribute is precious for this place. Thank you!

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Today is somewhat an "anniversary" of dedication, and I love this opportunity to thank those I inspired for a year :heart:, not time, but the gentle dedication was a meditation that I shared as I felt mystified in One.

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-eyes that call you with emotion in their soul...and hugs from which you never want to leave...for me at this moment, you and this place, for which I am grateful :heart:
It's natural that we can't get away from the places that should mean home.

I'm sorry that I can't fill a wider area of inspiration, just in this way of "writing" that doesn't attract by its nature ... precisely because I write like an "enormous wide pagoda" in the process of the feelings and experience involved, "in short" my availability for the true loving nature of people embraces me comprehensively in the language of the heart
and I can't help but contain it...

If my words were your heart speaking, then I tell you that I can sleep peacefully in your corner of my heart where I can rest in your goodwill, and if there is no larger window to the universe than through the heart of a human being, then we can rejoice together looking through it.

Thank You!
With care and love, Anca.

Today we,

went out in the nature and we all applauded the present, we saw each other and in the confusion of not embracing we were amazed.
Are we all, that close?:bearhug:
The promises of life forgive us and forgetfulness teaches us, in exchange for life, we have remained the authors of our own continuity.
We are the way we offered ourselves the smile, we show in the way that patience, wisdom, and the sudden change of the definition about childhood brought us here.

In the passage of all ages we are the energy of our own time horoscope, we cannot share unconditionality without it asking us for something in return, we meanwhile going on for the planet of tomorrow's exchange in a continuous narrative of space.

In the sum of desires, we fulfill the result of people of all places, in the sum of the gates we open to the universe, we pass through the horizon of the roots of forgiveness and love, the places where a part of us remains, is the free embrace of the most discreet one-second show.

Sincerity shortens time, chance lives the moment, the responsibility of "tomorrow" is aware of the detail of the past;
In being aware of the second story you remember, life builds our definition, driving with identity in the speed of the rotation of the universe sums up the present, we are the wise word of our own building and the aspect of a time revolution in the human attempt to stop it.

If we sat comfortably in absolute conditions of experiencing life then practice almost does not matter, everything will be fine, we will love because at the first turn we will turn wisely the wheel of happiness in the balance of continuity.

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The billion way to mirror ourselves, is the insatiable, insurmountable affiliation of truth to lead it forward, will be the eternal involuntary passion of the love story between time and will.
Without wanting to, we will live in the memory of the joy of not losing this world, without wanting to, the common station-destiny will always bring us the same duty until the fulfillment.

We are inevitably the perfection of an invincible genius of life and at the same time the subject of a debate of billions of years in a moment of happiness. It is good that time always has time at hand.It's like looking each other in the eye and putting other people's bookmarks in the lives to come, as if we were making paper wings every day to fly to each others.

The fragility of individual freedom is not acquired, it is born. And even if it is paid with the price of nonconformism to pay for the taboos of society, it is the tool of happiness in falling into the nothingness of the beauty of this world.

When the heart beats in the super-authentic self-conforming wonderful madness of the passage of freedom, we die little by little in the sweet temptation of awakening and surrender; we lift ourselves on our fingertips, to take from the top shelf, what belongs to us individually and to offer it completely to the world in which we found it.

We have nothing but absolutely everything, that's why we can't find it with the search of which the search has long since found in ourselves.
If we are honest, with a little courage, we can find earlier what we think we will lose or gain tomorrow, we can only wander in the present, so the future does not follow, the future asks.

What are you looking for in your story, when the only debt you have is towards you? how close the world is to you in no hugs, no kisses and no caresses... you will be amazed how much you can...you - to caress first, you - to hug first;
-you embraced the fire of the unknown by birth and now you are looking for it, why could you not embrace an unknown being in the way of your knowledge?

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You try to catch in your palm, the invisible air of time pressure, you argue with the universe for every moment of silence, and you are silent in the childish emptiness of the unfulfilled soul, tears of joy and tears of sadness are the dialogue of an agile measured time.

Utility is waiting for you. Make room in your soul to touch other souls, let your heart feel the drums of awakening, hear? My heart beats just like yours!
Do not hurry, look at the sky at night and the blue of the day, before you say that you love me, make enough room in your soul, each being has its room and its luggage of worthiness.

Hands clasped and smiles we carry for each other above and between the cordial conditionality of existence, we are a moment everywhere and on the threshold life of billions of souls, close your eyes and take someone unknown by the hand. Who knows? Maybe he needs that.

Only when you know that there are so many hands still in need of help, does life tear its only half of the spark in its desire to help; for me this is a beautiful "destruction" almost materialized, in my way of sacrificing words for all for whom life is harder than passing.

Dance with me and feel every cell of my body, the metaphor of unification lies in the touch of time; do not forget paradise in word and creation, think positively, live heroically, symbolize with time itself, make a masterpiece the size of your inherently inherited conception of non-conception, learn to die by offering and learning at every step, learn to rise with every passage, sleep in the eternal awakening of managing the space allotted by the soul, here.

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Tremble at the harmonious song of mankind, run to meet her to dance with those who call you, bargain with time so that you can listen to every sigh of each man, offer what you have never had,
be honest with the peace you know by heart, breathe as you love and forget the fear of fear.

In small but sincere doses, naked, with no secrets, rebellious but serene, you, attract the mystery of the looks around you, they will not forget you, make them enjoy you, we all need the meeting with the courage to do the first step towards each other.

And I, without love or freedom, a soul without wings in a flock of free birds… I could not fly, I would ridiculously hit the ground… Either there are tears lost in the rain… Or thought reached in the wind, my balance saves by itself, when I write for people :flower:
I'm not asking the universe what it can't give me. Although to take, it takes me, more and more. It's just that there is an infinite longing in me, and I would like to wake up, where you are, close to our reality of all.:heart:

Anca

Anka

3rd February 2021, 22:00

The space maker
You have to make a space to step, you have a space for stepping "to do".

(Circumvolution in the salt of the elements / philosophical allegorical prescription, precisely because it cannot be called reality with the aspect of this reality, impossible to write in, maybe the future in the fraction of a past, incidentally only, hoping to be taken as fiction, and individual awakening simultaneously, both and neither)

At the gates of infinity frozen in time, space no longer steals elements and nothing can be separated. We are the complement of time in us with the permission to extrapolate it for our own benefit.

Human time, expands in the perimeter of philosophical reflection; the circle of facts becomes a successively cohesive simultaneity in determining the temporal abstract. We can create individual realities by abstracting the abstract with the abstract itself, denying and accepting everything, voluntary surrendering and sustaining an unknown sail-balance, and courage is combined with stepped imagination.

At the gates of infinity time excludes space and the cosmos becomes in us counting in the absence of time, the limitless with the limitless in it.

Valence, however, immutably builds immeasurably in a trance, the theory of foundation without the absolute extra cosmic result.
In the prestige of the distinction, the sensible universe of nature together with the intelligible universe forms the faithful mobile copy of eternity by participating in the absence of any factor, the distinction composes the movement that degrades and sequences the attribute of eternity in a transient "Finitude".
The non-existent paradigm in the light of the number called Idea or One, intersperses the lateness of multiplicity and thus, lyrically transposed incompletely, between a beginning and an end, "never" becomes in every moment.

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The finite opposes, but later as a space it transforms into balance or the spark of life. The regular end of which human species I subordinate to and submit to, is a time-dependent offspring in the content of an issue of inner confession, the external aspects being the "extemporal" of the "eternalized" meaning of self.

We humans, allocate our space to a research with the research itself, extrapolating in the disturbance of material fullness, looking for something that does not exist in a drawer in cosmic motion and we become emotional when we do not find it.:flower:
If we look for the paradox with the paradox itself, it does not have to be easy to realize that complexity equidistantly overestimates our capabilities; character in the dimensional proportion between past-future and present, “mathematized”, "geometrized", “spatialized”, divided into equal moments, must have an eminently human perspective on an individual aporetic grid so high that perplexity is no longer useful.

The emblem in the critique of pure reason, is the monumental work of the present that cannot be lived being "frozen" in the multilaterally developed ephemeral, the present may be the acquisition of the extra temporal inner subjectivity of observation of memory, expectation, consciousness, attention, presence, clarity, transcendental aesthetics, experimental independence, metaphysical exposure, relative of succession in order of coexistence altogether and last but not least the sensitivity of the opposite of the essence itself, and more.
So if we somehow have the impression that we are scared of what "our future holds" we have to see what we have in it: this moment in the "now" moment- the right of an allocated space and time, benefiting from it by making more space and time.
Although time and space may not have real knowledge, exposure in relation to a prior it may be also a phenomenon of our feeling: diligence of an unprepared practice.

-the perceived structure should sometimes not be confused with appearance, but universal ideation intuition is a convenient means in the perimeter of the limitation revolution source of life and the stake of the approach in overcoming the subject of temporal spatial occupation will capture our equal segment, of soul affiliation.

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The question without cause would be, how will we succeed in finding the law received by human nature, how we can distinguish the original composition without applying the appearance of time as good material, apart from the error of the constitution and the passions that change our measure.
-what is the aloft by the application assumed in the torrent of asserting the reply of the individual natural law in 8 billion beliefs that belong to us?
There is nothing pretentious in the intention of modesty to ask and follow what belongs to us.:heart:
Between language and knowledge, between the problem of foundation, opinion, truth and error, between the training of man in his entirety in the abstraction of induced or deduced cognitive neutrality,
- the representation of the picture image of the world, is interpretative and comprehensive at the almost anthropological basis of human nature in operations of reasoning and formalism mediated conceptualized by the still unpaid scientific bill.

But the projection of meaning and significance on the real,
"the outlay of the referential spirit retribution of the global intuition totality in the remaining mass of air", is different soft subtle left, between living and existing, in the exercise of biological introspection of singularity and human desideratum in the natural purpose of its true values.

Predictability and tolerance of identifying interiority, in a non-defining, non-reductionist, non-ambivalent and non-contradictory way, but in itself neutral-involved,
is the lucidity of the momentary logistical advantage from which, we can benefit for a second, in the creation of new temporal spaces of access in the weighted filtering of the responsibility, values, potential and source.

The foray into the area of consciousness is the clear perspective from nowhere in the complex-easy occupation of the border of phenomena that we are.
We are such small beings in a world whose design we partially understand, while an entire cosmos opens the gates of our soul to the beginning of the wonderful siege of infinity.

In the absence of the plurality of analyzes, syntheses, controversies, explanations, programs, perspectives and schools of thought, theoretical constructions, long elaborated scientific investigations or bold philosophical speculations, we are a symbol of fidelity objectified in the absence of.
We are the most fascinating bibliographical beings anchored in distances and near universes, having the remarkably indisputable privilege of consciousness, being endowed with the provision of disciplinary interrogation, translating the awakening of the waking state from the subject of an anesthetized eternal sleep.

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We just have to pay attention to the deficit of attention, to intertwine sensory impressions by selectively decoding the optional states of each day, associating ourselves dedicated in all our unforgivable frivolity to the truth, integrating impulses that succeed the inexorable succession of the present, controlling the black keys of delaying the natural impulse, and articulating the intrinsic peculiarity of consciousness before events, to be able to see.

-thus we can succinctly capture reality outside the patterns of information, giving us in return, time and space for laborious and transcendentally efficient processing in the
neuro-assembly mannerism of human representation in us, to leave the universe within us,( “us”- a small replica of carbon in its path), to multiply the certain grace of its autonomy of continuity.

We are the makers of space and time at the gates of the infinite universe.
The security of time stamped to consciousness in the nature of nothingness and of everything transposed between the thinking substance and the stretched substance, must someday launch the exit from the consecrated circuit spirit-matter.

We humans fully deserve the change knowing that each "condemnation" to life accumulates more and more freedom, but we must chain the miracle of life around a rupture of the linearity of the Euclidean coordinates of the mass carousel consciousness,
by accepting everything in return according to our values.
That means accepting our question mark, waiting long for everyone else to gain their freedom, and we still have time and fun still. :flower:

Anca

Anka

5th February 2021, 21:23

A space in my heart
(personal, almost lyrical experience)

The country in my heart and the germination of the feelings of the first letter, urges me to bear fruit from the richness of the air to mean diligence in the exhibition of people's soul landmarks, I have long been a lost autumn, I write for the happiness of clay, water and stone, I am just a preschooler in the invitation to address all or nothing to those around me :flower:

To cross the line I need a sign, a sign that someone hears me tomorrow; in the diary with lost names my heart remained a question mark, a blue moon writes "me" 30 thousand copies in unearthly countries, words are the sign of the book that we have never been, the feelings of long ago among the lines of memories that I once knew how to really read in the book of the heart, they find themselves in the diary of the love spark of life, everywhere.

In my transmission, I mean you, my secret plan to share another role, the years that have passed through me, I no longer count them, the messages I have received I can no longer pass on, they have intended for me, a reason for an eternal life, a thought and a gift, I live my life once and I should not forget about an important thing called over life, it is the basis on which I will run the continuity.

If I broke any tradition, it was just to take it over, my dear heart, don't worry about me, I'm also the first and last time in this bloody role just to bring you a solid construction.
I am emotionally inscribed in the depths of a contradictory balance, the hardest and longest heart of life I will gain through words, I am dedicated to the energy to saturate myself, because it is very difficult, the resemblance of my heart will, it makes more room. My fear is wild and I win it every time I suppress it, for a safe return, it's every day as I would be like any other day.

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My only chance is to tell you how I feel inside; is it just me, or are we both on a journey too short for such a precious wavelength?
I drink water with light transformed into the wine of the night mist from which the spark was born, the spark that brought me to exactly this threshold, the depth that made me become complete, so complete that I miss absolutely everything. I try to mean something for this spark, but the ignition takes place in a closed vacuum where oxygen is only a reformulation of heavy matter in another place.

I miss lighting the match in the dark... in the very dark air, I am afraid and happy at the same time that the explosion will detonate my last particle, completing my last dream instead.
I completely miss someone or something who loves me on a much higher level, if only ...and only if I didn't know, only if I didn't breathe it halfway, I wouldn't be back, my heart, my secret plan is "all what can "I", "I" am to be”;
-what a plan... not so in the dialogue with the wildness of life, I was almost destroyed and I was left with a vacuum in the vacuum of a lost love. There is an immeasurable difference between the kind of love and human kindness, and a kind of complete love on a higher level than life or death, there are billions of ways to love, some are "fuel time"in exactly the wave of his absence, an almost "no level" that vibrates and can take anything from me, takes everything I don't have, giving me everything I feel I can not yet.

I do not want to detach myself from the edge of the abyss from which I hang unless I am sure that I will have a fall steep enough to recover in the rhythm of the most abysmal night in which the wings I will not receive ever, will burn in my flame: the truth.
I do not want to fall safely, I want to negotiate with hell, and I will never surrender in the fall unless the currency is the level of gain pure truth.

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We are all just a little correct and very well placed in the most appropriate space, we can not be attacked by an imaginary enemy unless we submit to him. In the middle of the negative entity is the shadow of a light, and in the purest metaphysics and crazy acceptance, if a force wants me, I do not need the courage to make my bed in its exact heart, I will take with me enough time to sleep forever in the heart core of the entity, until the irony of balance will turn everything into light and warmth. I can become the metastasis of light in the center of the force, I will take with me the baggage of jokes and hysterical good fear in the cruel irony of resistance by acceptance.
The strongest is the sacrificial force, stronger than the balance itself, in the middle of the storm most often, we are the storm of life.

The stone wedding between the cosmos and the earth makes us the foundation of the vibration covenant in elements of surrealism that we all hardly carry. The composition, the orchestration and the impact of the culture to succeed in vitalizing the force of love in this deafening song, make us heroes.
The miracle frame of reality has always had inadvertence's accessible near the truth; the conception of duty, to elevate the human sky in the column of infinite life of the universe, opens the door of gratitude as a background, under the sign of our unwavering flight, under the symbol of silence and the secret kiss to step forward no matter what;
Imagine future: golden birds in the goal of fulfilling the reason of human pretense...
the world at the beginning, saved by its own art; springs of wisdom and clearings of awakening; the show at which the spirits, stirred by the questions of truth, bought tickets;
There is no philosophical technique but the greatest sculpture of life which remains a noble imprint of simplicity and a warm grandeur.:heart:

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Art is not an escape from reality in the intrusion of the cosmos into outbursts, but on the contrary, the right outburst of art is an entry into reality, the truest - perhaps in the only valid reality of viability itself, of being with non-existence itself.
The true cultural sign of the spark of life is as if you are creating a work too perfect to be truly true, almost like a perfect crime without an author and without any stain, in the precognition of the non-existence of infinity and its simulation in itself.

The secret of the heart is that it has "no secret ingredients", the campaign to breathe in the diplomacy of mirroring the sky in the sea on earth and our spirits flowing above the waves and unite in the contingent of continental lava in full war of desire, in the revolution of nature with nature in it, counting the mezzanine of the stars that fall lower than they were born for us, the secret is the location, the tools are too short for a tragedy for us to learn anything.

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My dedication is a never-ending book, in its very absence, it's me, such an insignificant sign in all the insignificance of the world, I really don't take up too much space in the space dedicated to me to return it to anyone...
Between truth or challenge today for tomorrow, it doesn't matter anymore, the question is :
"Are you human?"
If so, tell the story of your life in such a way as to bring humanity back from a world lost and separated from itself, back to the great beyond.

As a soul touched the funeral pillar of my life today, saying:
"I mean, who am I among all there is to be of any importance. And yet somehow I manage a little church mouse voice in the wilderness that is ... nevertheless.
One day at a time, Anca, and just hope I am enough to justify the space I occupy. "
If you ever cry or laugh at this statement, then enough will be enough for you to understand your own truth someday.
Impossible me,
With gratitude,
Anca

Josh Woodward: "Beyond The Sky" (Instrumental Version)(3:56)

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Anka

7th February 2021, 00:59

The dowry of the world
(experimental "Pontus toponymy" outside the source form)
* the patience of a hurried world (individual interpretation for each) and short extension of an evening inventory prayer.:flower:

The words after which we experience, and the poem above this unseen war, when there is nothing we could really own, not even the stones and waters of this planet, saving boundless love, redeeming our existential rest, forgiving everything, praying for those who they still have tears in their eyes, rewarding the heavy burden of our last hard effort, we now in this future open, to "un-olympic countless times" in the history of the world,
the brotherhood of people between body and soul, always in honor of the freedom we deserve, the freedom with which we were born to be together!

From the view of the world, from the wonders of nature, nothing is more interesting, greater, more worthy of our remembrance than the history of this moment when a whole world must open the windows of life!

The true story and depiction of the events of the human race, it is the result of all ages and our experience, we humans are the ones who felt, ours were the tears and endurance;
Courage has belonged to us since ancient times in the testament of the human seed, which life has taken care of so that we can interpret the present in the future, especially for future generations who await for our advice.

Our conversations with the present give us the space of the role of teacher in the inner revolution about the tradition and independence of calling ourselves free.
In the circle of universal human struggle, we must awaken intelligence in the art of soul vision, with the mind in the soul and reality in the pocket.

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In this so important respect, the history of the present, according to the experiences of the people, must be, and has always been, the book of advice of the peoples and of every man in particular; for every state and exhortation to glory and good works has its significance.
Perhaps people will eventually awaken to their noble ambition to do great and just simple good things and therefore crown the indelible and immortal rule of a better future for humanity.

The desire for good in victory, urged by the confession of our suffering, constantly carries with it the days of human genius and the feast of the openness of soul* the instant natural genuine one.
The location is the heart of every human being: the place where the column of infinity rises to the sky in the gliding journey.
The human soul with traditions laden with the mist of time, always receives so many cosmic secrets of this earth, the earth that belongs to us only through the breath of life hidden in the womb of matter.
Man's search has always led him to the traditions of the world sometimes forgetting the millennial symbols preserved in the bosom of the human people with mountain roots and spring dreams.Our nature.
Roots with immortal gratitude fixed in the territory of this world, stepping enigmatically over the sky time scale that crosses it.
Birds with infinite flight that tell us about the eternity of the soul and years of time that believed in our existence under the fantastic metropolis of nature that propelled us, this is the dedication of our freedom.

The name is our spiritual reformation in a chosen world, spiritual erudition must be comprehensive and wise, one alone does not mean mass, only if the official mandate of the mystery of life has already been transcribed.
The association of human beings with light is an old testimony that we must not forget.
For all the peoples of a lost cosmos, the advice to travel on earth is not to guide us, it is not to accumulate endless lessons, in humans at home, the soul lands are boundless, the fields are common blossoms in love, only people have to shepherd them wise. Enjoy.

We have long occupied our place in the time that belongs to us, the paradise of thousands of years in diplomacy to keep as much life as possible and the manuscript in the colossal work of our promise on this planet, will lead us further.

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Someday, maybe not in this actual distant future, we will all learn that the uncleanness of the mind leads to the bondage of the heart, but somehow human faith hides and will survive in the very interior of people, bearers of eternity.
We humans proclaim ourselves in resemblance to humans, wanting to invoke the divinity of man integrated into the totem of his own taming.

The people of the world describe themselves in the stories of billions of individual histories, the essence of the approach should be under the ancestral banner of rebirth for eternal life in exactly one hundred catalog breaths determined in the initiation act to assume the natural revelation of victory.

If this is the future, we are the main landmark of the whole cycle dedicated to life, we assimilate the plans of patronage attributions in death and rebirth, we have the multiparty healing through change of each plan, we have the superiority within us, the war of justice and the earth that waters us.We sustain balance through falls and ups and downs that did not happen.

If this is the future, in richness of inheritance in a feast of heaven, under the cloak of the human being and the calendar of a perfect humanity in us, what remains for us to do in this present future, is maybe, the responsibility to outline them all carefully, to understand what is still at hand, an authentic multidisciplinary tradition, complex philosophy, and physical endurance;
-let's not forget that we humans are always the first creators of our nature spirit and those who can offer a corner of heaven for each of us.
We are interdependent and we contain each other in different world proportions.

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The history of the present is always active only through the memory of the past, and while this world seems, for too long, shrouded in the wings of a goddess of oblivion, it has been difficult research for all of us, a mythological search for awakening from the dead sleep, the ancestral dowry is the material and spiritual wealth that the world as a bride brings before the universal altar.:flower:

This dowry in its mythical content and our supreme desire to open the doors of the world to the universe, is a hereditary tradition and will remain part of us and the integral constitutive attempt as a binder of the culture of being human.

The culture of being human is not a : ("parasite" as it is conveyed: "we must conquer the life that is hard and hit people before they hit us")- this is not the culture, the culture of being human transcends creative universes and impenetrable worlds, the culture of being human is a coat of arms of nobility and a permit to cross the border of the universes where vibration is no longer necessary, the culture of humanity through its ancient centrality of the human race...we belong to it.

Our origin in the gentle foray of the immortality of the past, which is the future of tomorrow, is the key to giving laws and customs, the argument of the source of spiritual science and the inter-learning of the ritual of life.

For me, the "toponymy" of the most sacred meaning is the linguistic treasure beyond words, a heraldic semantics subject to the vital constitution of using each expression to its advantage, under the totem built of white canvases touching the cosmogony of earth and the fulfillment of time in us humans.:flower:

The gift of the earth is a morsel of heaven, this is our mythical space; we are the masters prepared on the inseparable path of the western sunrise, we are the property of our amazingly vast genesis that we do not have to exploit or manage. The decency of the human heart-mind represents us in the testimony of the present, we do not need a superficial change like a new layer of lime transposed over mud, we need to get rid of mud, to lime the light wallpaper of human brotherhood in the universe.

The millennial encyclopedia in the huge risk that has counted us, so far should have stripped us of the heavy skin that drags us, and should have raveled from us, the creators of the values of divinity and exploded in us the creator-creation correlation in life-death from unique creative sources in cataclysms of interventions in the ancient "ante-exhatological cosmogonical force" in the taste of holiness as a treasure outside dogma, which we can interpret ourselves alone.:heart:

How many days of creation in this world and for how many times we will dominate the celebration of the "Day of the birth of the invincible Sun" in order to be able to include the direct veneration of the one, in the apostate assumed by a tangent of kinship with geocentric opening vein imprinted in the unique word life...
How many times will we open the gates of the world? if we don't go beyond the threshold?
Time to escape,
Best,
Anca

Tony Anderson - Like A Child(6:12)

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Anka

9th February 2021, 07:06

The pair of a mind and the soul of a heart *
(It's me and me with her and him)

The perfect synthesis under whose influence we are in transit of the orbit of the mass conjunction cycle in life shows us the introspection of the world in a mirror in which matter is silently reflected in its reflection of not hearing, and behind matter in the bosom of the earthly mirror the reflection of reflection cannot have eyes to see.

We have to take the risk of getting better. Once upon a time, we are human beings.
10 years at the height of the second millennium quadrature, and we are ready to comprehend everything, our measure will be confused with the notes of our souls; we will hold millimetre by millimetre the comprehensible and enormous scope of owning everything except our own tools.

We have the character, we know the qualities outside the excessive principles;
We have deep exploration along with the map of the outpouring of knowledge from our heart;
We have the sound testament inflection, gradual in the dreams that bind us. We have to sing out loud the song of our frequency.
How many hearts can a human survivor have?

We all suffered a heartbreak, which overwhelmed us, touched us deeply to the depths, like a torrential rain. When we experience the pain of a broken heart, our ether transparent self is permeated with fire, a surplus that rushes into the physical body. Loss turns into inner emptiness, and unstoppable longing, longing metamorphoses into a feeling often impossible to convey in words. Healing a broken heart can seem like a daunting task, which we often do not dare, for fear of causing further harm. And yet, heartbreak, like all emotions, either dissipates or transmutes itself under the magic of our conscious influence.

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We have the tension of planetary force calculated in the cautious aspect of the universal movement of the tendency towards unilateral extremism, tension between impulses based on courage and adventurous imagination, pleasant awakenings to reality and the conquest of freedom, unexpected stages, disturbances of reality with reality itself, delays in lack of time, artificial ideals forgotten.
We have ourselves, a large part in the imagination and the rest.

Our structure is a wonderful routine of the set of values that we raise to responsible and balanced free degrees in the individual pattern of liberating dimension, we are the commentary of our own identity; we are the vehement contradiction of our own truth and can become a preoccupation of occupation itself, almost useless but in a participatory way.
Everything is limited, but it is not useful to curse the limitation, at least not before stepping over its line, simplicity can be the first exciting step in glorifying the virtues of modesty that will definitely hurt us.:flower:
The impossible is silent when far becomes too far for us, the distance is a feeling close to our being, the touches of impatient time melt long ago, it becomes present in our universal time zone drowsiness, we always take a ticket from the planetary earth metro station to unknown directions.

Often, the pain inherent in the deepest emotional wounds leaves a deep mark on us. The jolt that transforms into a quiet throbbing pain, into a slightly painful twitching of the heart, finally leads us on the path of enlightenment, blessing our existence with new dimensions, of immeasurable richness.
Recognizing the impermanence of a heartbreak does not in any way alleviate his sharp, sharp pain; and yet it is this pain that hastens healing. Pain informs us that we need to pay attention and care to our emotional self, that we need to perceive and become aware of our feelings, allowing them to embrace us before the healing process begins.

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We need the birth of the opposite with the opposite in our favor this time, we need to submit to our self but in favor of all others, we need brilliant splendor under the sword-cutting of justice, we need the mastery of beauty and its unpredictable development .
In the freedom between two opposite poles, we are resistance with resistance in the face, we are the contested presupposition and the foundation of the vision of the world; we can "happen" the last attempt in 5 thoughts about infinity, or the incident of longing with longing in us eternally lit;

We have long been told that we will open our eyes, we have used time in short distances of setbacks, without knowing that in fact it does not exist.
We are petitioners at the gate of the heart of a beautiful big girl, we break the rays of the sun and we catch them in her hair on the plains of nothingness in the full vibration of love. We have desires for reversible intellectual mastery, but the intelligence of the whole is so unpredictable that you have to semantically deduce the equation into successive improbability and material strength calculations just so you can begin to step.

Simultaneity shapes the inner potentialities and the cover corroborates them in the map of metaphors and the hypotheses of subtle mutual interaction: "When you know you want to sing, you just sing":flower:
I open my eyes, carrying in my soul a joy, a gratitude that I cannot immediately explain to myself. People. Yes people. I have not forgotten them; they move further and further away from their story, they are malleable only when they receive the gift of becoming better, the gift of creating worlds.
Freedom costs dearly between the eternal Yes and the incessant No; we always wake up to be the contradiction of something in the whole faculty of the tragedy of unity of opposites.

Tell me today that your eyes tell stories about me, tell me that you knew me before you knew me, show me the strategy of courage and I will follow you, tell me that you "Know"... and I will believe you.
Whatever decision you make, it will be the most suitable for me, I am within your reach, you can do whatever you want with me, I am the last quarter of an hour in my mind, I didn't know that every day is just a little bit, and I didn't know that much came from the beginning of the next day.
Be gentle with me, I could be your opinion that makes my soul difficult, you could be my illusion for an ephemeral moment, tell me how much it costs a quarter of an hour between an absurd question and a cold answer?:flower:
The unexpected reward for our suffering should exceed our revelation, the feeling in strong emotions could be the background song of the character in us, the process of light to the universe can be a simple euphemism for transcendental change, a kind of birth in another old age , a planetary pair, a glimmer of identification unobservant with time that has long remained motionless.
Causality vehemently demands the redemption of time,and the overcoming of this need, but it is not necessary and cannot be eliminated, nothing that is produced cannot be retracted, there is no force for it, the memory of the universe always swallows up; our tragic evocation of the lack of authority is a discipline worth studying; mitigating circumstances could be the creation through suffering of some abilities, but in front of our power we are also the ones who have to stand up.

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The pair of life necklace and the pendant of two hearts freeze our eyes and stir up the colors in our souls, when we remain endlessly off the battlefield, on the edge of consciousness with full consciousness in a handshake, in a single glance ..Tell me ... how's the other side? Tell me if the universe gives itself when you turn it into yourself!
Tell me what an intellectual mastery looks like, or a confrontation with the very beauty and intelligence of the whole in its unpredictable development.

I am not the dreamer who wants to escape full of fear from a city of tyrants, I am the dreamer who dreams beautifully in the heart of the devil, I do not take supremacy, my pain is to sanctify my place where I tread, as is our mission of all .
I don't have to paddle against the wind to get home, I don't have to protest against revelation like the trait, the mortal nature of man and the usual maximum lifespan at an explosive rate of birth and rebirth during the pursuit of the deepest experience of death in second half of the dream, is here, we are the judgment to practice and the law to interpret, we are the miraculous inability to regenerate the blessing even when we want to usurp it;

-we are like lost orphans in a closed world (as I wrote this again tonight) we will all receive sweets, even if we have big scared eyes and we have been expelled so much from our world ... It is so…It's painful to see such looks, they almost kill me, that's why I live for them instead; as I am, here, far away, erased from the surface of the earth, almost non-existent to me and so visible to the whole.

* To be continued.
:heart: Anca

Air - Alone In Kyoto(4:48)
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With care, Anca.

Anka

10th February 2021, 22:16

The pair of a mind and the soul of a heart *

The stories of a heart, at the event of a writing, together with an unknown author, are the gift of a sweet chocolate feeling :)
The magical treasure of a moment in the day, is so fleeting that balance becomes a partner forever just to catch it.
We all know each other by sight and we know our answers before we ask, all that can be similar in the oracle of a writing is sincerity and care; the cardiac disposition of perceiving life, breaking the design in a complex way, incorporating it.
The magnet called "always", in a world full of transitions, is the heartbeat that can stop time instead.
I can't take the form of interactions that don't belong to me, the rite of passage for me is not the vision of the image only if it is completely nutritious, unconventional and in the opening of birth channels that I will not linger..
The harsh speed of the literary self has overwhelming forms of proportions "all at once" of unlimited devouring in dreams unseen by suspense, the pair of an ideal unseen realm, where non-existent rules are not violated, where judgment is not suspense, a contravention or a manifestation, judgment only Is. A privilege.

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The fragility of the script fades as quickly as it was built, so the agility subtly tempered, in the middle of an hour of lunch; in the afternoon of that all-encompassing...the ultimate "doesn't matter", it must be in extremely slow landing, we must choose our establishment, together with the way back to the home and this will take us time, so let's rest a little.:flower:

Permanence must be accompanied by its own process, and we must know how to give this confidence, otherwise the suspense will be crushed by a huge truck and the tools are reflected in multiple unfinished experiences (in my case they revealed the person with whom I actually face in an experimental "self-marriage" of half-rebirth)
Failure must not be obligatory, the end must not be consistent with anything, experience is not a condition, depth must not be absolute but must be equivalent to the interpretation of the unknown; the miracle is not a capital of empowerment, you cannot tell the world what you have suffered, because then instantly the world "suffers you" and there are no jurors to balance the loss or the gain in a multiplicity of practice.

Transit does not have to be a full or a empty room, or children smiling happily with balloons in hand, transit is not an overtaking, we do not have real skills to be able to call ourselves competitive with something; transit does not necessarily mean handing over a relay of symbols full of unfulfilled dreams. At first it was a dream and then time travel followed, only the frame revolution was repeated repetitively like an old man who often forgets:)

We arrived. Now let's stay that way. Let's not skip the already finished beginning, let's not have regrets, let's be aware, let's forget that time in his absence is ruthless and completely foreign to our contempt or smile for him.

We are his replacements, we can share this with ourselves, or we will never find each other again.
If we accept that we are the fiber of an unrecognizable network in such a vast unknown, when we feel that we are strangers to return, we will reap the light we once sowed on an immeasurable path.We will be kings for a day, that's all we need :flower:

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I will not password my life believing that I will open my mind, and I will not open my heart in passwords to gain the value of a single mind, beyond today's words, I do not want to be becoming something I could lose tomorrow.
My color found me far too late to allow me another refuge, the impossible understood me definitively in a short time when tears were drowning me and my soul was frozen. Everything is too early to be too late now. I saw places with the other's eyes, I embraced the longing of others with my happiness that I did not want.

While I thought I was waiting for a call on a foreign bench in an underground subway of existence, the white snow of infinity came earlier, I met the evenings when I will be here in the future of the same place, I became the most beautiful gray and old part of what I myself was a old station; tomorrow, the universe had not forgotten me, I had forgotten to want it yesterday, today, destiny no longer corrupted me in worries about how to reach it, I found the shortcut in the warm kiss of the heart multiplication table.

I held hands with my old age's dreams until the sky could no longer bear us in memories of the future and gravity called us home, where we remained to look into each other's eyes without speaking, without ...seeing.
Now forgotten by me, forgotten by you, forgotten by love and forgotten by memories, I became part of what I write in a hurry with the patience of a child who wants to leave everything and go to play. I got lost in myself enough, now the rest of the world has snatched me away, I've been in your arms enough where I didn't breathe, where my heart stopped instead. If I had not felt the caresses of your gentle heart, I would not have recomposed myself from the pieces of unbroken dreams.You are the tree of my dreams, you give me peace and life between them, your embrace trembles in the remaining minutes, I could faint forever, as I wanted a lullaby of the soul, you sang it to me and I gave her life. How could I leave when I've never been here?

While many no longer have the courage to look up, we must see the brightness of the stars in them and the guidance of nature will help us. People look for themselves in the words of their travel diary, they learn to become people with humanity in the sphere of nature that surrounds them.
In reference to the number of images in the catalog of our appearance in the foreground, we are the meeting between a building and the saturation of the self twins in us, maturity marks and crowns the moment of self-discovery in the plural, we are by contrast a fundamental division, we are humans, animation in the light to become aware of the last word and everything that leaves us in exchange for a new universe.

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From the perspective of the declared mind, derivation in the last resort must not deny, accept, combine or confuse the exterior with the relationship of intrinsic evaluation of the very evaluation. From within this world, we are the layer of awakening to life, we must be careful not to perpetuate a magical deception that deforms us anthropomorphically, not to create a deceptive world full only of the subjectivity of a single psyche, because the only source of meaning may not be only human consciousness.

There is no degree to which to grade the illustration; it is a complex interpretation of awakening to a kind of alchemist flow, without wanting to but with a pre-charged will.
In order to defend through genuine contamination an authentic and valid knowledge, we may need more than the nudity of beauty, we may need more than the un-distortion of values and inspirations, we may need more than inhibited observation, analysis or objectification, more than the attributable characteristic of law.

If I hadn't left with tears of longing, with all my "incomprehensible" power I could have stayed there with you, I could have looked into your eyes and I could have become the hero of feelings without borders. Now I know that hugs are not time contracts, now I know that even heroes like you give up in front of the sincere heart of a human being, now I know that your kiss was not a promise, it was a certainty with the time spent outside me, where I can meet you whenever I want, where the light is no longer distant, where chance responds with the impulse of life in every second of continuity; in your arms I change because I really want and that's all, the random words said are actually my calling when you write with my mind in them.

The course of life takes us on the endless road without signs or indications, without us ever being able to walk, if we thought we were the same in the memory of the habit of life, here, on instant routes someone lets you go, and the loss in the infinite season, it is sensationally non-stationary. If you break away, you disappear, if you want you can't, if you can, you don't want, if you hesitate, the guidance will throw you into the labyrinth of high and deaf walls. If you always say it's late for entry and you like to listen to yourself asking questions, if you're afraid you'll get lost, you'll get lost every day you start, and you'll stay on the airwaves, just a butler of an unprepared world.

While we never want to offer anything, we still stubbornly ask for everything, we are children of the survival chameleon we never catch, "we are the World, we are children" in search of a map, with the map in our hand. They smile at the universe in the mistakes of a past and live the moment in a life lesson ready to turn them into a future. We die for love by criticizing it while looking for it.The being from any moment, ready to remain in position, preserves us the creation of a separate source, in contrast and of the object in accordance with the instance of meaning of the allocated consciousness transferred.

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Am I hurt by the fate of an existence? Now it's too late anyway, life has answered me in one direction, the search has shattered my every attempt, my mind is empty but raised from the ground where I fell with it crushing me. I wanted to fall with the sky and I won instead the love of a few stars, an efficient exchange in the protection of my last thread of sand…
I don't know more, but my letter to you is an open one, I don't know any end of the story but I will heal my beginning.
Parts of me go to you through the time mail of this world are the extension of a false stamp in this reality but the real stamp in the endless story of my longing to look for you in this world. Parts of me go to you, and I miss you in their departure, I break down the mediation between a beginning and the two of us in the middle of billions of unspoken writings.
You know that somewhere I am, please look for me without fail, I know that somewhere in this world it is you, there is a site as I exist, we are a smile and the burden of such a distant separation…
Still alive with me, Anca and one "one"
Never spoken, never written,
The writing.

Above & Beyond - "Quieter Is Louder" (Official Video)/1:54

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Anka

11th February 2021, 07:57

3.The pair of a mind and the soul of a heart *
(in the triple finitude of a never-ending chapter)
* Please, take a seat and time, it is a small part of a kind of a "treaty" I am working on, or the insignificant part of the treaty that will "work" on me for a lifetime :); a kind of literary immersion in time, sometimes too "compulsive" to cope…just being there to write or read it.
About us...one part ...
We have the right not to judge others, not before we fully understand them; What are we looking for in our reason, if we do not fully understand the freedom with which we are basically written about ourselves?
How hard can we throw stones at a goal already lost before we win it, when we know that everyone actually has their own story? How much could we influence someone's life without knowing him and without stepping on his personal space?
How fair can we be to everyone and to the surrounding nature without discovering the beautiful parts of our nature?
What is the only thing you owe, without cheating at all and without being proud of it?

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The progressive establishment between the allies in our shadow and the movement of rebirth to complete us, is similar in sentiment to a regeneration of a sewing accident of rupture of consciousness- the reality we want- can be quite cruel, the shock of sudden awakening can also be overcompensated if we do not learn the lesson of amazement. Between the score of the future through the sieve of the musical notes of the past, we enjoy the delayed compromise between two worlds and outside them, we accomplish 21 attempts in 8 years in random sentiment that we learn to build, not knowing what we actually build.I'm two seconds away and I'm behind the clock.

The foundation seems to be safe, the physical tension of the unbearable presses on the shock of the future under the weight of each super vigilant brick.A moment of inattention in the absence of our body and soul armor, trying to suffer a constant unreasonable need for resentment; the irresponsible design of your own paternal and finding the self only and only for oneself, will not take you out of the chimera of the labyrinth, will not give you the passion of gratitude nor the ease of soul development at its deserved level.

If you decide to be scared, it would be better not to rush, it would be better to have implicit responsibility that you do not know in your own weight that you do not want to know. How is it possible to run away scared of something we don't really know? If we don't really know, why might we choose to be scared? or why would we choose to study according to factors adapted to our horizon of knowledge?

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If you want to grow, you have to become a factory in your own organization, you have to be able to carry with you time hybrids that you impose on the descendant of the ascendant. The pattern of returning to old habits must be different every day;
-you see me now? Now I don't shine anymore, the evacuation plan from the dormant mind of the return came out from under the action of the first intervention, this is because I know all my external circuits, I hid the internal ones away from me, I am the empty chamber of a fragmentary time, you can write but you will not be able to transmit. I am the author of my writings, you are just the mind in the tool forever…

The story is mine and ours, love is sometimes when my heart finds me in 8 billion losses, finds and stops and we still can't remember together; an eternity inscribed in a second of silence tells me to stay, a warm and gentle heart in the eyes of one man and 8 billion eyes in the noise at the end of the world. We are just the two of us, two parallels at the end of an end, now the promises no longer take root in the magic of the wings long given in exchange for a better world.

We have nothing to look for in one love, but love can give birth to a whole world in two of the heart, the senses, the mind, compete in a fast pace suffocating in the small gravity of an even smaller world, we are tiny and with a special charm, we represent the universal others promises that we cannot keep, we can not force a detachable universe if we did not know how to count, being occupied with his lack. Love waits without effort of expression, it has the patience to change in case it is needed, it it is also proving the same thing, only we change it into tones of danger that, after all, we cannot give up.

We unwittingly become, one by one, screenwriters, directors, detectives, we run willingly and unforced by anyone in each other's minds in search of something we know is wrong, we hurt with the voice of innocence for fear of incompatibility in a poorly constructed compatibility systematically called the "force of the future" in the obstruction of our own time left to us, building cold golden rules in the victimization of the last quarter of a second, so untranslatable and invisible that its imminence is like a organic switch in our very close neighborhood.

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Beauty, when we meet it, must be useful, it smiles behind a human face and its nature must contain the positive information of the relaunch of the vibration that shelters the architecture of the earth as in an incomprehensible work of art.
Pure beauty is a purely divine attribute and shares with its very nature, it transpires in the very act of creation and is an unseen garment of the very garment of wisdom and the source of gentleness and light. If you've seen this in people's hearts, then you know what kind of world you live in.:heart:

The primordial between "Prona" and the planet, between not reporting the first drop of morning dew and the mechanism of its beauty in our eyes, its a wide form of opening the world with other eyes in the chosen mind in receiving the first smile of a child and in the old heart of the plasma ennobled by time, it will never stop; immortality urges the state of wealth in humility and amazement and is intrinsically distributed in functions of truth imprinted in the pedestal possessing perfection, beyond what we might call spiritual.

In my heart, I am waiting for beautiful people to enter, who know how to get rid of the negative diurnal, who have the art of understanding and patience, people who are basically ordinary citizens in and out of "Neanderthal" visible in today's world; I expect people who do not fight heavy wars every morning with themselves and do not complain of pity every minute, I wait for people who do not have a conscience full of regrets, I wait for smiles from which to learn the light of tomorrow, I expect hugs from which reason to gladden my happiness that I met them.

We all expect people who do not lie to themselves, people without pride, people for whom happiness can mean good health and unwavering faith; if we were all citizens of heaven then our concern might be eternity in good deeds, a kind of education structured on the wisdom used in the moment of living so short for many;

The option for good is preserved through the practice and consistency of altruism, above the human nature, except for the rational analytical consequences that are impatient and difficult to assume.

Virtue must not be a reasonable analogy, virtue must sum up every act, sealing the refinement and fascinating elegance of a completely adequate discernment accomplished in the exercise doubled by intention outside logic but in the consistency of an integral assumption.

The sharp spear of the mind and the delight of every sense in the sweetness of hope, must be balanced use, the self is not far from us even if the eye has not seen and the ear has not heard, we are still in the authentic sharing of life, an authority that dwells, in good employment, knowledge, which is not easy at all.:flower:

We are not allowed to voice knowledge in a scrutinizing and exemplified way, I do not think it is allowed in the nature and the very nature of things, to act in idolizing the elements of knowledge under the umbrella of "false sharing".
The real sharing is done anonymously.
"I had a friend who said 'I don't need to ride on the back of an I don't know which Guru to know I exist'"
The writing mind does not belong to demonstrable facts, only if we know how to prove the spark of life, the real one:)

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The exclusive force of balance guides best in the absence of time, it dwells at every step in us, the worldly wisdom practiced autonomously, attached to the living experience of the simplicity of wisdom, always makes us stay a little in the reflection of the resort, reliable and unanimous in transformation acceptance in relations of complex, individual or grouped metaphysical equilibrium.
Knowledge is not invoked, it is not alienated, it is not shared if it is not complete, it is not learned, it is not produced, it is not affirmed, it does not develop, it is lived.:flower:

We carry the painting of living in the soul, the mysteries of creation have no perspective of motivation or audacity of an idea, they have a genuine conquering piety, a good imperative to explore the universe with fallen reason, with a conscience wrapped in sincerity, common sense and honesty, through the complex experience of silence as a contemplation of the world in the interrelation of the elements of creation insubordinate to a linear mind no matter how penetrating and deep would be the fundamentalism of a reasoning.

Consolidation as the food of connection between nature, man or the cosmos, is not a contextual reporting, it is not a refusal, a recapitulation or a summary, nothing is above the circumstance of the connection despite the paradox. This is felt, it cannot be declared factual.

If you go the same way, look at the sky, keep the horizon at a glance, tell yourself at least: "I'm not in a hurry.
If you want to choose other places that you really miss, put a stamp of goodwill, pay with a smile and send them happily away, where you will meet them...
Do not hesitate to create new beautiful memories, do not forget the way you can truly love. Do not give up trust when you want to kiss this moment of living, do not ask yourself if you will succeed, when you know that there is love and you have understood it for a long time ...

Whether we will one day be a marine world or one of closed-minded spores, on water and earth, we are one planet, humanity cannot be invaded, the only way is to honor it at the level of the birth seed approach.

Stay quadruple, at least.

Best, Anca

The pictures are for "visual relaxation" :heart: ... I really can't write short notes.:blushing:

Anka

11th February 2021, 23:58

4.The pair of a mind and the soul of a heart *
* The last duality in the library of an infinite unknown.

If you dance with your dreams, learn to stop and listen to them, if you whisper what you feel in every cell of the body do not give up anything until you understand "why".
If you pray silently, hold for a second, between the two palms and for a moment everywhere, remembering everything that fits in your soul, knowing that you have nothing but the song that you tremble with life in the chorus in which you dance.

When you are more silent and your conscience speaks to you in the intimacy of a single moment, peace lives you at the level of awakening, do not be afraid, it will find you anyway, it knows you by heart.

If you don't know what everything looks like and you can't love him, don't lie that you can unite with him, he will unite with you!:flower:
Admit with every touch that you have learned your step in this life, and if not, step as if you have already bound the freedom to feel it.

Unity through the diversity of the world, could somehow encompass the beginning and purpose of creation, the extended love of the seed of separation, the ascertaining condition of separation along with the mission of our mission, the discursive, legitimate and competently justified knowledge in our inner experiences, and the depth somehow makes us external, and the outer chain processes us inward.

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We are visibly hidden in our own cosmological coordination, by the wisdom in the tool of the appearance of things, however, there is no nature that does not receive the form, its face and its composition of uniform static stability suffered dynamically, a kind of probability that makes the difference in proportional conversions. transcendent concreteness.
We humans, trying to search for perfection through the silent reason to explain, and rest our minds on a shelf, somewhere outside our true power of understanding.

If the unitary cosmos holds together the relations of motion in its own contemplation, possessing a kind of knowable reality, then, he knows what "can" means, he "is" the concrete imposition of the well done thing, he means everything in his own successful possession , of pragmatically transcendent finality.

The beauty of this world, apart from its manifestation, is an unsuspected anchored contemplative debate, in the sense of its vision as a whole, it relates the overwhelm of order in harmony and the testamentary majesty of the cosmos, its perfection in the virtue of the germinated ace in the very construction of the whole expression.

It teaches us what is the mystery of doing and animating, it carries through the nature of all living beings, happiness par excellence and the panoramic vision of the will in the altar of the spark of life and we are all subordinated to this consequence.

Building the unknown in unseen worlds on the finite vulnerable "heel" of our small being, means a courage with the totalitarian vision itself clearly free visionary about the lack of targets,about the greatness of humanity at an overwhelming level for the whole design.

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Proportionality as a characteristic of balance, for me, presents an order clearly measured in unity and compositional constructive rigor, in agreement of power revealed in the random consonance of the discipline of the heart, something I can not really explain in a symmetry of a mind that knows just to write.
"Chance" is in fact a kind of disorderly feeling, a lack of measure, a thought of chaos, a synthesis of unfulfilled harmony, a necessity of harmonious opposites between "the one who leads" and "the one who orders". That's why it can be challenging.

Unfortunately, pancosmic beauty is sold today in a report of untrue hierarchy; but what adorns outside the principle, by giving without measure, without order and number, to me, however, sustains the holy beauty of what I have always felt:
The work of kindness and love above, comprehensive, penetrating and crossed in the clemency of the harmony of all the elements, constitutes and supports, among many others, perhaps, the ineffable precision and the foundation of the universe.

However, the word cannot show the splendor of lightning, nor can it experience the beauty of death under its clear action, the ear cannot catch the brightness of the world, and the sight of the rays of the sun is priceless. The word cannot contain the feeling. And yet, everything competed for an apparently useful purpose.

The beauty reflected in the world is refracted, however, also through the word that attracts and calls, it can become a contemplation of appeal, an invaluable source of help, a permanent immortal longing meant to rise to the rank of the aesthetic incomprehensibility of closeness within ourselves.
The origin of things, common, in un-induced correlation, in the love beyond time and space is an out-of-practice practice, it comes in the all-inclusive living package.:heart:

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The loneliness of people as the main co-factorial elements, must be a good refuge not a media argument, it must be a reflection to fill our silence in the true vacuum that composes us, we do not need an inversion of the mystical experience in order to "dive” truly into the world to acquire right there on the territory of a phrase of paradox, the sacrifice of the ego;

- we must not run away from our demons, we must not glorify them helplessly, we must not confront them, we must allow the state of sacrifice in good faith for their education, we can not have branches if the roots are not healthy (it seems a distant cliché) but still useful today in terms of responsibility that does not support half the truth.

If the world were a consuming fire that always burns in us through the creation of good deeds, would we be a completely different race?
Do we have this unbridled desire to always take new roots by transfiguring the old ones into an already formal monotony and we wonder in this journey where is the fecundity of the sharp consciousness to end the last cycle?

We are the servants of our own endeavor in the inner conjuncture of overcoming ourselves, but do we really want that?
We cannot truly become the very prophets of our world, except in the unseen prayer of the heart to be able to truly contemplate the whole creation brought in without really participating, but completely acquired in the center of the heart.

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We must become, apart from ourselves, a kind of confession and representation of a space occupied in the altar of a universal consciousness, and for that we do not need "formulas" of transit, because we are always the context of belonging to the whole, in honor of the virtue of advancing form which we obtain in crossing this world.

Because as we manage to move so "we are", because as we manage to see we "learn" and because as we manage to speak we "will" live. Our accomplishment cannot be more than we can truly accomplish, there is no better time than the recognition of consciousness, there is no refusal in a deep individual perspective woven as a constitutive act of nature itself.

Our implicit complex subject and nature should not lose sight of us in translating our resemblance to the center resemblance.
Reassessment in experimental dialogue must have a coherent aesthetic plasticity of meaning for ourselves and for the whole universal nature.

The reciprocity between consciousness and being, emphasizes exactly the individual belief about the human vision and understanding of the world, it is the conviction of an almost mystical experience through the very beauty of the human allure.

The meaning of human creation must have its prism rooted in the grace of the simple state of mind and the incomprehensible love of the heart, the correspondence lies in the accessibility of the union between the two, everything is acquired by the simplest way;
- my advice as an insignificant man in transforming the world, is that before the concept must stand in an uplifting transfiguration, the peace of contemplation truly practiced through dynamic virtues of change, sometimes (as in my case) the framework is painful, but it is the natural plan in which I attribute the concreteness of my existence, carrying as much as possible this portrait of the space I occupy.

The natural time to emphasize change at the individual level is a kind of permanent tension of the values of relativity of approach placed at the cosmic level of understanding, grounded in the maximum of our senses, not necessarily to acquire change but especially to cultivate it.

Space it!:flower:

Take the clearance out of viral, don't be a host, be your own formula for bio-spark of life-processing the purity of the soul.:heart:

Stay safe but be bold.

:heart: Anca

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Anka

13th February 2021, 12:36

The quietest quiet

(In the loud noise of a silence)

Every silence has its silence.
If silence means that we have so many words to say, then it can be the supreme form of communication.
The reverence of the dogma of silence is mediation for respect, and love for contemplation. The tenderness to recognize beauty reflects the intuition of the simple fact that we are self-sufficient.

Silence is a covenant with wisdom and especially with justice, if we are silent when we are right then we are actually cultivating justice in its very constitution. The association of the words embodied in the goodness of the mind and the wisdom of the heart, is old since the earth beginning's.
The meaning of deep silence is a consent with an unseen law quite complex, in the context for the bridges of connection; If we do not choose beauty before saying something, then silence will reconfigure it in time to its very level of inter-subordinate truthfulness.

The fruit of silence is comprehensively imposing when it gives itself, its perfection is unequivocally pragmatic. It is a pact dedicated to going through one's whole life in such a noisy world, where someone has to make the noise more beautiful.
Silence is a health remedy and a rule of spiritual settlement in communion with the essence of absolute mediation with the mystical resonance of the inner language that we carry.

When we become partners with ourselves, when our inner balance enters the contemporaneity of the surrounding society with the commitment to consecrate "complete silence", then the noise of truth will reign deafening from one end of the world to the other.
If we manage to remain silent when our needs are increasingly difficult, then the effect factor of silence prepares our souls.
Silence could be in fact a covenant of word in secret, in the mystery of the birth of enlightened speech to offer only comfort and protection to those who seek to relaunch temperance in communication. Balance protects any circumstance if the city of the soul has the wall of silence already built, there is no place quieter and more useful than self-conference in the service of our awakening from one second to another, constantly.

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Walk with silence and fallen reason, look up only at the mountain built in the bosom of your inner truth, look only with the eyes of guidance; It heals receptivity by postulating the mind as an element of use for the soul, not for the body.
We need a collection of virtues to create a work large enough to leave a mark on the deaf area of communication, respect for silence is the honor with which we surround it and the honor of science on how to use restraint skillfully and lawfully.

Walking among people, peace is the most melodious crossing the threshold of the world together with the people around us;
I sometimes stopped next to people to whom my silence told me "Don't touch them" and I passed people, in whom the philosophy of the soul could have sunk into the deepest love of life;
and we marvel at the world's almost compulsive need to communicate in the absence of silence in a notoriously engaged society with its pillars of nonconforming support.

In the order of a thunder of continuity, silence connects the bones of a lonely world in full communication about nothing, while the true inner peace of each of us actually speaks the white silence of the golden words, uniting heaven and earth into one sigh.

We cannot run away from the truth with the truth in us, we cannot taste the unpredictability of eternal duality trying to make the crumbs of one day in the hope of the rain in the rays of the next day; Breathe deeply. You don't need questions to make something whose height you don't really know.
Cycling can be a non-silence, quite reliable; what could silences the impermanence, and brings the imperfections to the rank of a whispered prayer, in the kiss of the rains in the condensed telling light that nourishes?

We must give circumstance to the whole will, we must feed the words before launching, we must associate the maturity of the force attraction in them, we must maybe grind the details and complete the union of creation, words are not just conjunctions connected to each other,
their symbols must be launched towards their very supreme integrity.

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I cannot offer that unitary perfection, but a whole world in the symbol of peace, perhaps.
And this explains only sometimes the fact that a being very advanced in simplicity, loves all mankind, not a single individual, because only the whole of humanity can resound in the cords of his mature soul, revealed by purification, in agreement with heavenly harmony. He carries harmony in himself, because all strings vibrate for everything that is alive, the origin is almost a magnetism, courage could become a concretion.

The force accumulated in the need for expression must fully unfold the preceding magnetism in the effect of permanent and uniform fulfillment, the whole level presses the subordination of the spirit of free realization of the firmly established conformity. The silent manifestation in the proper origin of this creative nature, is some of instrumentality of the eternal propulsion for the wise interrelation of animation.

The use of the whole moment as a whole matter forms the condition that we must bear as a force of direction and completion, order must be a beautiful chaos in the act of will, already knowing that there is no decision for something that it really doesn't burden.
The reward is the very responsibility with which we behave in communication. If we know the consequences, we know that we will never fail, reciprocity in motion never fails, although everything seems inflexible, sometimes relentless in communication between people; the law of nature cannot be avoided, it will enter our shell soon. It's a good vibe.

If we keep the hearth of our choices clean and practice the great silence of balance, we will be able to silence the present in a brilliant intelligence, beyond the noise of the shadow armies, in the long kiss of a moment's sigh, where loneliness in the depths of deep silence shines with happiness, where whole pages of life abdicate in light and at the same time gain the freedom to feel our own truth.:flower:
The balance for me is all I could experience, the silence of dreams dimensions me in the specificity of the mystery with remembrance in the twilight of my learning, oh how many words I killed with their own silence .. and I can no longer dictate my own attempt...
I am motionless in the open vocative arms, of a gesture of a human being; my silence, are her words and tears, reflected in the depths of my soul; she... she, is the opinion nuanced in the immortality of my comment of existence, she is the involuntary melancholy of balance in the right to reach the absolute in the silent sleep of awakening.

Her protection is my cell of good news, her realm of feeling illustrates the stimuli of healing through love.
The arrows of balance contained in my very work of silence, should ennoble the transforming beginning of every soul, when you are silent, offer, when you smile, you hold hands, when you communicate you remain motionless in the presence.

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The hymn of support in the un-communicated message is when we ourselves, are sitting and talking with the silence.
Silence is impossible in the ardor of the heart to enlighten it :heart:... the air of debate is dazzling, love hurts the darkness, change becomes suffocating, feeling in pure touch, kills.
The marrow of the essence is a double-edged sword, the altar of the soul accommodates us in ideal conditions in the building of the landscape heritage of the living terminal.

We all happen in the "Sound of Music" from the rare drops of rain, our vigil is the wedding of the inner voice, in the only way of spiritual awakening; we are a slice of bread in the silence of the source and the art of living in the spirit of a hasty actor paid only with the harmony of his act of playing.

It is never too late to discover:
-grace in the middle of the ring of life, it is never "too late" in the middle of primordial silence, to know the attribute "I want" in the technique of white space;
- the secret of the thrills of rooted identity; to feel the passion of the deep winters from the strongest longing, the devotion, without addiction that gives birth only to offer;
-to form the key words in the morning argument and the thesis of volunteering in front of a world already waiting;
Let the gold of the mind be polished in the pair of the heart and the homage of the founding space in innumerable ways; encompassing the whole and captivating endurance within the time limit that we humans have;

If science were made to disturb and art would be made to quiet, if the waste of time is irreparable and any seed is transformed, if the hours of death were inseparable like life, if anxiety would not hurt and possess the whole, if peace is the recapture of the future,
and if we are born to be reborn again, if we learn to walk as we grow, and if we stretch our arms in the surrounding vacuum, then nothing can separate us from the love of silence;

The privilege of hearing the peace with which the heart grows belongs to us all.:heart:

Anca

Anka

15th February 2021, 03:19

Life in Oxygene

Life in other words makes me guilty of the duel of metaphor, I confuse myself with commas, I breathe air of poetry, kissing the silence, in regime, of rain.
The white of the vacuum in the occupied black space writes in, long crossings of loneliness kiss my heart at my fingertips.

Nous takes refuge in the reason of a lost grace, orients the energy of my soul towards the colored desire to survive with it.
I know the earth in the threefold resemblance of simplicity from a corner of my heart that I have reserved for myself, I have known for a long time, a gray world mapped in the expression of resolution "day after day" a vicious circle in a horizon of release imbued with moments of waiting, in autumn leaves and miraculous alkaline taste.
A world in the unmistakable gene of the moment of grace, a reality of the sublime in the miracle of initiating the whirlwind of innocence in amazement, an adventure of creation and an emblem of a soldier drilling in the cruelest sacrifice at full speed at the target of the impossible. I find myself somewhere where I have to make a new nest of protection every day.

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I know a whole world under the sign of the creative star, on the verge of facing the brave act of consciousness, I breathe essential crossings under the guise of diversity, I use the magical writing of the moment of inspiration, I meet the sea breeze that clears my intentions, I recover in the sublime abruptness with adversity daily. The house of my inspiration is like a windmill that gathers the ghosts of the need to pay the only price of loneliness, the wind is required by the metaphor in my blades, the dream of a mountain breeze sincerely embraces my sensitivity invaded on winter nights from another time.
I write my autobiography in the open air, above and around me, over land and water and over water and land, scattered in a carousel in disorderly flight; confusion strikes me with unspoken words, existence registers me in exile of life, the wind spends me in the unknown delta of death through life, and I find myself in a winter night somewhere far from me.

The pilgrimage of words means initiatory steps in the fascinating joy of life under the marital love of history as a path that always leads to a motherhood of dreams.
Words choose man to prove the complexity in which he finds himself, to endow the declared sphere of predestination, to cut with the sword the depth of the ballad of life trained in the silence of eternity in one future.
My wall of poetry, climbs up to the slope, the most natural gesture of simplicity in the metaphor of growing green moss on the steepest mountain top, in the sun, through independent, indifferent, unspeakable and demiurgic birth.

The complexity of life is an infinite way of knowing, the mediation of the metaphor in the right word in his inexhaustible expressive valence connotation of the verbal birth act, is intended for man as "in the image and likeness of the word", an intention of identification, stepping on the arid land of creation, assumes the light to experience wisely the whole path of our resemblance. In short, speak as if you were breathing :flower:

The intuition to feel the hypothesis of daily life, in an open relationship of inscription through good deeds, explains the beating of time in paradoxical reactions, the contemplation in individual spirit of the availability reception that in the time actually seen by us, deciphers the example of coincidence and strength of expression when we say Yes for No and No for Yes.

The verdict of the inspiration to access life in the formula of novelty and the depth of the finding can undertake an ingenious debate of time and energy, it is an "outdoor demonstration" caught in skills whose quality we adopt along the way."Let's learn to breathe in the genome of our creation, to be what we have always been".

The revolution of motivation to continue "no matter what", between the derived worldly silence and the primordial metaphysical silence is an exercise of inflection in concluding the judgment of actor in the market of life, in the act of creative condition in the very creativity of nature as an integral factor; it can be a kind of quatrain of a single moment of becoming in the utterance of the fundamental message in which we all find ourselves."Let's learn to listen to the clarity of the air".

The inner spiritual musicality shines like a diamond in the sandy beach of our choices, the rains and snows that surprise us in the sacredness of everyday life, are the acceptance as a definition of the mysterious harmony, perpetuating singularity in the natural setting of discreet insinuation of consciousness.
The miracle of human nature surprisingly through the presence of man, perpetuates the fullness of the seasons of lives manifested in the full landmark of the hidden meaning captured closer and closer to space and time occupied by us, thus, the light of light with the grain of life, could decide almost lapidary for the essence of acceptance in ourselves."How much do we want to believe the truth we want to be?"

Presence, it is the gesture, the avalanche of life is a necessity, the effect designed to wreak havoc suggesting the feeling of desolation, it is the touchstone placed with a disturbing intuition in the bed of an innocent rabbit.
It is snowing slowly outside, my disposition that has to break the silence throws the curtain of my dreams behind the body I carry with difficulty, the grace of consciousness insinuates to me the warm drink of eternal sleep in which I will fraternize with the light beyond nothingness.

The parallel macro-decomposed universe under the sight of the eagle eye, builds my heaven of immediate joy, blurs my appearance of an almost terrible fall into the fullness of wisdom, the pact with me beyond the journey within myself, finally causes me the much desired collapse in space buffer of the radiation of the tragic, where I contemplate my fate as a completely unpleasant cosmic object, a kind of absolute zero that I did not want, a coincidence of the derisive habit of carrying an impossible electrified cross, a vision of collapse in a bottomless abyss, lived with each fall, more and more familiar.

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The cosmic meaning of human adventure, in fact, captures a spectacle of light below zero, the rest is the core of self-reconciliation in near happiness, paradoxically approached quite prosaically in the daily life subsidiary to the value assumed by life.
A subtle canvas of meditation on the meaning of flight always lives me historically boundless in a prayer of the heart, uttering as if incessantly the human vision, lived, again, as a fall.
My meditation is shattered, between morning and evening, and in the props of the spiritual arsenal, all I can do is look at the Awakening Assumption, feeling the fragility of warm bread as incessant food and the hot coolness of milk white in the jubilee passion for writing.

The echo from the depths is almost an innocent child throwing stones at the luster of the water, decanting inspiration into magnificent language codes of time;
The chain wrapped in the self-exile of the propagation of pure writing, is found in the cold air of the genome, ontic design of flight in distances of quite concrete space, a kind of deaf-mute language torn by the wind and passed in the folds of silence.

The vicissitude of a walk unloads me in the space of a new adventure, every day, every night, I lose my birthplace, associating the air of self-lost, in the signs of the beginnings with the pictorial image of a universe frozen in its unstoppable vibration.

Reality condemns me to silence, I am a stranger stifled by pain at the airport of expectations, in the bitter memory of a destiny I deserve, installed under the umbrella of everyday life that prepares me for nothing, all I can do is behave, as if , absolutely nothing would ever have happened especially in the absence of a civilization beautifully condemned by its own power.

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The dessert of sentencing to freedom in the retrospective and introspective dream of the origin of our creation follows us in the ink of the mythology that once meant us. We cannot compress the millennia of awakenings, but we can recognize the seed within us, we cannot see the paradise of intellect, but we can break the flow of time in the fears of fulfillment through the multitude of signs of the end; a history of diffuse realities; but the source of regeneration detached from the handcuffs of spelling with the lavish vitality of the cosmic, will always be discovered between the art of wise instinctive discernment, and the nostalgia of prodigious surrendering ourselves, in front of our own surrogate being.

We are as if we are, the cycle of gene air in the culture of past eras, we will breathe only through what we can offer ourselves, in the corner of our heart we are the victory of a supplement of existence caught in the anatomy of just a few words, in fact , perhaps insignificant importantly.

Under the temptation of a whole and the revelation of love to offer it,
Anca

Anka

15th February 2021, 12:06

I allow myself to dream

I live the present when I allow the other to see their future, "I know when someone is lying, I know when someone is crying" so please turn the page, and be honest with your feelings. Sometimes it just takes a look… a smile, a word, a hand on the shoulder at the right time, a silence where you can hear answers, a hug, talking about you and me, a sunny day and a whole world in love with beauty . Have you tried to let the whole guard down? It is insanely dangerous and beautiful!

Of all the kinds of peace, you want a peace in which to rest your soul and thoughts, and to hear only your heartbeat. A silence that sounds beautiful, as much as it does it take us to believe in people. I walked down the street and saw broken-hearten looks under the apparent curtain of ignorance, all eyes saying:
"Life will go on. Could you never leave me? Even before I met you?":flower:
Every blue sky in everyone's soul in a better world, this is what we all hope for, dry your eyes, show yourself continuity, make it work, stop the rain for a day.

Time is never enough for us to make him believe us, without asking why, he fits us with the actions we give up because of destiny, we figure loneliness with the weak points exposed to sight.

We run for miles winning a life lesson, looking back at what seems to be running us, looking at an escape, we will never win our place, now, here, not even in dreams.

We seem the same when we are distinct, we function the same, although we differ a lot from each other, Life does not read books, does not catch up with us, life does not make lists, does not defend us, it treats us in the message we carry;
Life costs while we become patient for it, we learn from indifference the understanding, and how to love again more, and from betrayals, we will learn how to then believe in even more people.
Because you, alone, indefinitely, you can't stay without love, you would turn your heart into a battlefield.

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Everyone has his own limits that he imposes in balance with freedom, we must love for much more time, more than a beginning can last.
We are afraid of ruining what little we have left, when we should recognize the universe of infinite values that we can begin. You can be what you read, or what you understand, but don't forget to remember yourself by thinking about how many hearts are the same as yours in this world.

Never replace revenge with forgiveness, it will not be enough, find your freedom and the freedom of others in it, you must look at the world through at least two selves;
-light up the day on Monday and be every day in unconsumed energy until the end when you are still enjoying the party.:happy dog:

Don't panic about the lack of time between two limits, steal your own fear with the courage to assume your freedom, take with you the emptiness of chances and the first and last happiness, meet everyone, follow different routes punctuated even by others , don't ask yourself what the road is and when you will arrive, be honest about your dreams but don't plan your happiness, only if happiness has found you alone.

The holiday, before it is a state or a choice or an ideal, must be the pleasure of waiting, a moment that could be hundreds of years old, a moment when you can stop at any time being its master telling him: "Wait for me, I'm waiting for now".

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Don't let life go today, don't intend to put it aside when you don't even know how much it can contain, breathe, look at it, smile at it, make it go well, make it forget the call of time, make it she won't feel like leaving.
The emotion of this moment in the motion of an entire naive universe, slips past you in a future preoccupied with itself, you just relax;
The future no longer seems uncertain when you make a safety hinge yourself in the extension of yesterday's and tomorrow's future.

If you are eager to find out about the future of yesterday and you are in a hurry to get to the moment of now, not knowing what you have prepared for, today and tomorrow; the only procedure, when sadness laughs with us starts with: let me give your heart a break: nothing really fails, just be in the mood:)

You can't control the present, you can't condemn the past, you can't guess the future, all you have left is a dream moment you can afford, and it will never be the same again ... burn the whole flame of life to the maximum, it's a mega-chance in plain view.

Butterflies have the patience to wait until the sun's rays hit the first flower petal, and if many days of rain cloud their lives, they will remain quiet until their world warms up.

Imagine a whole day in the flight of a butterfly, it has never been easy for them to explore the world and enjoy the beauty, even butterflies need miracles.
If you smile secretly now, it means that you still have colorful wings! Better talk to me about your butterflies, the ones that love sends you and you share them everywhere! How will you manage to walk with butterflies in the curious crowd, sometimes having to explain where the butterflies come from or other times to keep them from being crushed by someone?

Butterflies of your dreams, how strong will you be able to hug them before giving them all with great emotion to the first being you meet? The first second of premeditation when you meet someone is the hope that they will love you as you are,
the two second is the courage to believe that he can keep up with you and that you can fulfill any wish, thinking that a butterfly lives one day on earth, taking a moment in advance, we must protect ourselves, protecting the others in advance, life seems to be a perfect alibi for the prelude to an eternity, it must be as intense as the moment of the fulfillment of eternity.

We can prevent the storage area "left and right", we can prevent us from looking for footprints under water, what's the point of looking for traces on the sand after the storm has taken what it wanted from us? Why give love to one man, when a whole world could love you? Why not offer everything you have to offer: "Hey, I just met you! If you want to talk, that's my number, so call me, maybe" can it be so easy?:flower:

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Take care of each person's butterflies, take care of the rhythm of their emotions, let your heart speak louder than you think, if you feel like a soldier in a feeling of something you can't understand, speak with a smile without saying anything...
Be honest with yourself and others when you hand out twilight's of fulfilled dreams, give strength to the one next to you, holding out a hand with the strength to continue, taste the world in the airless kiss in the absence of any answer, knowing that you are the hero who offers life force before to see the truth for himself.

On mornings colored by a secret smile, know that I will be here, where I will allow myself to dream for you, everything you have always wanted, you can take from me everything I can offer you, including butterflies, life will hand me others that I will take care of, just to be able to offer you in another world, the future of yesterday and the emotion of today.

Take care,
Anca.

Anka

15th February 2021, 16:44

If the sky is the limit
(prayer to a human being)

Beyond the night light, we find children within us. Take my dreams where people will always return, please take me beyond before! Regenerate me completely, share the innocence we all deserve, dress me in the shirt of childhood from which I will never be able to become mature.

Feel my heart and don't let it turn gray, I will fall asleep, follow me and take all my toys with you, make me feel safe and never leave me!
Keep my amazement in a drop of dew, in a flower petal that I broke yesterday and now I regret, do not let me detach myself from my original world, do not let me slip into the dark gray unless you ...you will come back for me!
Look into my serene eyes, and you will know that I have no way to stumble, you have always been by my side, lucky me, honest enough that I can suffer in peace from all your beauty.

Beyond the happiness I gained before I was born, the righteousness of my soul deserves the trance of light that I transfer into heavy tabs; there are no rules in the mesmerizing world of my collapse; I can't hurry when the blue of the sky separates me from the earth with a single cloud that I cling to...in fact to reach you. I miss you like I've never seen you and I see you as if you've always been by my side; please stay.:flower:

In your arms, there are roads with a lot of green and bright red horses in the flames you bring to me trying to survive as you can in this world, I embrace them all as they are, maybe I will burn or maybe I will become some light or maybe both and nothing.
There are so many old shores where I broke my maturity and so many storms at sea where I earned my childhood, I'm halfway there and I spent everything I had to earn on the surface of the water... for just one shelter.

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At the foot of an ancient mountain, in the silence of the night, I remember the view that I did not want to share with anyone, I remember the food of loneliness that brought me with each wave hit by the rocks, the burden of several missions that I and ...I again paid in exchange for life in expensive seaports and built sea lighthouses that I still live.
Clinging to a success at the beginning of a hot night in the sun, I read the expression of a primitive feeling, a desire similar to the simple fact that I want to grow, please, measure my sincerity in my experience and you will put a mark on it, one that you will not forget it!

Return me to the known "mine" in the morning, where the stars begin to shine, it was a child I used to know... return me to the wildness of the wind when I ran free intersected by awakenings for the first time, take a little of me and more of others to create billions of memories to crowd into each other in the same world living without air in the little blinking time we have.:flower:

Live me in this world, making what was wrong to be right, save me in an already worn time, in which we will sleep all day and dance all night. Forget me for good, only this day, scatter me in a whole world just tomorrow, so that a planet can no longer discern me;

Find me in the negative from the light in the darkness of my launching prayer, be patient with me, the return to childhood hurts, my only failure is that I don't know exactly who I will be when I become mature, leave my light on, I still have to play in this world.

The sun appears from behind the hill, under the night sky, I still pray, wait for me until I give myself the only chance saying to myself "Now is the time", I am behind a paradise, playing the mystery of tomorrow's radiance, I will bet everything on this prayer and I challenge you to challenge me :)

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The future memories of the child in us, the hope from the mature eyes of each child in his innocent pure opening and guidance, and the finding of the playground always nearby, will cherish our volcanic peace, prepare our dreams and shake the sky below which we could fly.

The memory of being human does its duty, we will learn again to laugh, to joke, to trust, we will learn to be loyal to life, we will know again how to keep a promise, we will finally see that we can listen to anyone, we will be able to share and give everything we know that has no secret, we will know how to wipe away all others tears through presence, words and hugs.

Show me how I can gain the strength of the quietest words just to regain my day for yesterday, just to gain my freedom through the responsibility of eternal duty, how I could reach the sky on my knees, how I could shine in the dark fog of the vibration to stay?

My prayer is an unsuspected form of friendship, a request for wisdom not "due" nor "to" but for the freedom to accept me as I am; for the truth that appears only as a price without barriers, an un-imposed lesson, a quality binder of the treasures values that I close in a bubble of time to learn another time, not over the years, but over the future moments.

The treasures of life, I never betrayed them and you know the age of the definition about me, I reached the end of the world keeping people in me, people I did not know and I released the moment when I needed to learn how to love them ;
- in the meantime ... I was at random as many, almost everything, I suffered happily, I was grateful to be betrayed so many times, I loved immeasurably so many times especially when I was disappointed, I gained strength when I lost everything, I learned the power of rapprochement, when all those indifferent ones distanced themselves from me, I needed so much that I gave up everything to gain the great nothing, no ... I will not give in to chance, unless I form an in fact, part of it.

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I am part of what I have always carried in my soul, I am like everyone else, the definition of us humans, I am nationality, religion, color, age, many professions, moving beliefs, ideas without concept, they are all different and in addition , I can really be what you want, I have nothing to lose or gain, I am the connection I always talk about, a single friendship that I recognize since we were all small children.:bearhug:
I am simply and forever a human being.
Don't forget that I have always carried you in my soul, why else would we all be at such a strangely small distance from each other, you, as a human being, have always been a part of me.
I remember how together he extinguished fears we had a hard time with, I remember how many doubts we had and how many absurd things we had with them because we couldn't find a common game, I remember how we tried to get along with each other through ridiculous worries.
But, we carried each other away from everything, and we got here, where we hide to seek peace and complain of loneliness when we want joy.
We have half-forgiven hope for so many childhood moments that some of us have not forgotten, and easily, maybe we will learn the confidence with which we will allow time within us to learn to laugh and cry when we all need each other.
I gathered so many moments that you don't know anymore, because the road of life took me too far. I let myself, almost enchanted, carry my steps wherever he wanted, without any resistance. And if today, I can not comprehend all your life, your beautifully and dearly gathered moments… you, forgive me, please! I will always learn how to love you.:heart:

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The smile with which I am born in two hours of revelation, suffered the time in me, without hourglasses and stopwatches, I feel safe outside of prayer, I am the naked mirror of the words that people say less often, honestly, I want a world in that, people to smile more often, a world born at the limit of heaven and the limit of the earth that will propagate the dimension of childhood in us. A new childhood for all of us :)
A prayer in a newer equilibrium with every good novelty, in the middle of which, we will wake up in a world without clocks, under a sky touched with the gaze of the soul.

A prayer for which I no longer complicate the love for what I am not, but I offer it joyfully for what I have become.
With love,
Anca

Anka

17th February 2021, 22:56

The stranger in my mirror

I stand at my feet, devoted to the poetry of the soul, I put on a piece of paper words that boil my heart, I write one last letter about everything I could not tell you until now. I remember the first love, it was something about humanity, and it's not too late to remember everything.
I decided to write the truth, which has been sitting quietly in all of us for too long. I stand in front of a mirror, in love with the emptiness in it, small flames of fire flicker in my being but do not reflect light.
In the vacuum of the mirror, I am an invisible stranger who treats me nicely.
You have not seen the sky to which I have attached so much, I finally feel free in a new cage that wants to see the blue and clear sky of the miracle, I am surrounded by a beautiful crowd that makes me exist.
For me, life is. My heart, I feel it like a hand knocking on a high doors, my destruction is not enough, the resurrection is just an unconventional scene in a misunderstanding; the golden paths in the darkness of the mind are the end of the street of my choices.

While life embraces me in its greatness, and I as a novice apprentice, not knowing what to do, open my eyes again to see the things I go through, I just sit still as the vacuum travels me, looking at the reflection of truth, patience lifts me from below shouting in a deafening voice "Go on"; on the floor lies the bottle with suffering as a cure for human existence; everything seems artificial in my presence, I was left with the taste of the sweetness of the plasma wind when a world completed the burn of my existence.

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And yet I am here, in front of this mirror. I could be my mother who patiently teaches me the steps to the future; I could be the sister who knows everything about me; I could be the love that can place its whole heart in the palms of any stranger. I could be the best choice or, in fact, my only decision. I wish I could see through her eyes, I wish I knew I was as good as she was, I wish I didn't belong to her unless I never lost her again, she's the part of me that she pretends that she doesn't care and that she collapses at every touch; if I hadn't met her, I wouldn't know that she is totally foreign and familiar to me. I wish I could see her, even in a mirror, but my hands are tied behind my back, even if she takes me inside.

I would like to hear only good news about you, I'm still in love with you, even if I've never met you; your whole being is beautiful; Tell me this time, how long will you stay?
I know that as I write these lines, you already know them, out of the thousands of letters I have sent you so many times, I am left with only my shadow, without your reflection in this world. The falling sky darkens every day, I will go straight to your heart, until the darkness will light the light in my soul.
A riddle wheel, decides me when I'm still on my way to you.
Hold my hand in your mind, tell me at least something this time, recombine the attraction of change, don't leave me here, in the freedom of the wound of life that ignites me.

I climb the ladder of still unwritten thoughts about you, you are my secret and you are so beautiful, you are intact like a world never found before, I want to fight for you, not to give up choosing the hardest path, I want to be close to your happiness, look into my eyes to understand your ambition to follow me; two hundred years of desires, and we have always both remained in a crowd of people, some have broken their promise, others have given up for a long time, others have accompanied us in a common way.

Nothing can take my mind from this inexplicable energy and anyone can immerse me in the night of any mystery, I wonder why no one dares ... even if sometimes I remain like a shadow behind me, I remember the moment of infinity that says "it's time", the embrace of a glimmer of tomorrow asks me the following question: "What if I don't get out of this? What if I take the form of a condemnation to the light forever?" my answer might be "Never" in fact it doesn't exist.

I would like to meet today, in the mirror, that person who will never let me go again, I would like to see the man in all of us, the one who shares, the one who offers unconditionally at a reduced price for nothing; My only reflection that can belong to me should be the love for the space I occupy in people's hearts, so that today I am nothing more than a gift, maybe tomorrow I will truly discover who I am.

I sit in the darkness of a night, planting seeds that long for the warm sunlight and the water of smiling mornings, writing to an unknown human being, I approach it just like the sun's rays, maybe the truth is that we have to walk barefoot through the shards of life, maybe we have to learn how to smile more and more at a slow speed of our flight;

Maybe the whole noise should actually be a sincere whisper of serenity in everyone's eyes, maybe we shouldn't learn more than the cold of this world for to seek the warmth in each other's souls.
Maybe we shouldn't immerse ourselves in the dark, at least not before we turn on the light at least in the souls of others, and we shouldn't run away from hugs when in fact we should be the ones to take care of them; maybe the wounds we bandage hurt because we actually grow unknowingly and maybe hope won't tire us, not before us; a moment in the "world of great men" costs a childhood eternity, because people's lessons, import life numbers multiplied by five and 10 useful words can not make even a leaf come off its petiole; "More" means to foresee infinity in such a sincere embrace that the universe will stop instead for nothing.

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Maybe it's time to stop separating justice by comparison, if the bee finds a very dirty piece of sugar, it will make a delicious honey out of it, virtue is actually the moment that suggests our closeness to ourselves, when we discover those of next to us in all such visible ways.

The irreversible and inevitable immediacy of the neighborhood in me is seen in my mirror which is the window of every good soul; and it seems to be the safest place on earth in a process not of spirituality but of actual education.
The only protection of mankind is first and foremost the projection of education that builds our childhood to feel what it is like to feel, nothing is foreign to making a parenthesis in the middle of the day saying out loud: "Wait a minute, I want to know my own state in the mirror of another's soul ", can be an instrument of alarm when we know very well how much we have of each other, or a necessary tool of survival in the pattern declined in favor of the perfect design.

Discover the "true norm of being" in the call for a responsible relationship connected to your duty to other people, reciprocity may satisfy the consideration of hosting only the mirror in aspects of love and understanding.
Authority in beauty, delicacy, intelligence, courage, sensitivity, perseverance, talent to listen and the virtue of taking inspiration to help, are aspects of our being.

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In the mirror of this world, nothing belongs to us, not even our clothes, we guide our steps alone and protect our soul in the strength of our heart, we resemble our beauty that we alone bless; The mantra to the soul is an unwritten epistle of consciousness and all our gestures lead to the longing for us all together;
Of all the destinations, the mirror is the first gate to the soul;
Look at yourself in the mirror, believe me, you are so unique in your story that the interface is actually a culture of introspection passed down through the generations.

:heart: Anca

Anka

18th February 2021, 23:46

Let's call it life and go with it

(I received a greeting card today that opened a great door for me:);
"Let's call this a year and move on")

Between faith and survival, between resets and reconfiguration, we usually concern ourselves with the answer within us, a void that we never end;

The outside world is convenient and fits perfectly with the lit fireworks in the mind loaded in dominant metropolitan spectra;
We almost always walk on the same paths we have been on, where the grass does not grow at all, and we can clearly see our tracks, so we have been there before and yet we follow in the footsteps left by us once, and with every step, we gather, we strengthen the same neural synapses of all times already almost lost or gained so far.

We travel endlessly through trenches left by lost and less fortunate generations and we have a gram of chance to ask ourselves, not yet knowing what happened to us, why we are at the same point, as if thousands of years and billions of light-questions away could form realities-centuries of answers within us.

The mind in the grated grids of the world I am in, patents me in my ability to stiffen in the place I occupy.
If this is a world in the line of a survival electrocardiogram and I am shown this straight white line, drawn in front of me and I am guided to step on it, in the middle of the road in front of an invisible truck, then I will know that this is not my life.

If we look out the window, maybe we already see role models of people and they look like "me" or "you", some are patented in a society of ironic evolution, those who live by the rules of others, and who live skillfully in what they breathe conscientiously and dedicated to a linear life, I see them ...some…and those who want to hear only what the construction of their beliefs urges, for those who think they are on the right track, I have a small amendment as a complement in their course: "Let's not call this life, we better call it survival."

Imagine your life. It is not, the comfort so obvious to let yourself be carried away by stories, wars, dreams, sensations and ready-made things that do not belong to you, do not imagine that you live! :flower:

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Linear, predictable and controllable can mean in both parties senses, gaining the courage to climb the pedestal of dogmas, beliefs and doctrines, waking up = always and always in the same contexts and conjunctures, connecting the pattern of known laws, applying the same rules in the same situations, generating the same emotions, actions and reactions, occupying the same causes and effects, spinning us in the same vicious circle, in which we happen to live and find predictably finally for just one thing: death. Is that … courage?:flower:

Life is unpredictable, non-linear and beautifully uncontrollable. She is alive. Life is a surprise, it is an infinity of possibilities, it is an open arena, from which only those who have the courage to test their own certainties come out; Small spiritual victories and their impartial sharing is creation, it means heartbeats, it means a sign in the thick line of the electrocardiogram, it means truly creative non-linear inevitability.

I am a woman in the soul of a child and the mentality of a man, I am all these potentialities and I feel able to live above the roads created by control; We all belong to an energy field of pure, infinite, unlimited potentialities, not manifested by us; Not yet fully.
I will never refer to myself in individual reporting, delimited separately from unity, I will keep the emotion up for all the oceans of possibilities that belong to us;
I will meet the creative process that belongs to all of us, because many of us work hard to establish human nature in the catalyst of the world that belongs to us, because I belong to you through my simple presence; because where you will try something, I will face everything, because where you lack something I could dare everything, because where the unknown tells us that it exists, we will all learn, maybe not by chance.:heart:

No need to ask "what" or "how" when impetuousness already demands it: Learn. Only that.

I would like to meet you where survival ends with the beginning of life in the absence of a painful past and an orderly future, I would like to see what the moment of creation in your present looks like ...:heart:

I would like to see what your audacity, acquired through knowledge before use, looks like; I will sit happily in the chaos of your creative particles; I will make my heart a craft, from your own discovered science and faith. I will happily take all your primordial spectacle of meaning into my purest mind, and I will make a difference before I die, saying that we have all lived like creators and deserve to die as such.

I will seek, as long as I live, and after that, all the characteristics of the most perfect miraculous beautiful disorder, all the movement of un-manifested particles in the birth of unexpressed universal meanings.
The question will be a part of my heart in full creation and not a search for an answer, I do not need a kind of test to know the difference between the ways of death that I can live unexpectedly; I do not need a superior force to warn me that I live and touch the ground with my feet and I don't feel "abandoned" or "brought back to life."

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The garden of my space belongs to me, and with a "hoe" in my hand, I will make my own invitation to create it a little corner of heaven, I feel effective in the vacuum of my choice to inspire every second morning in the freedom to choose consciously the way I want to live and never the way to survive until the evening comes.

We don't need a purpose to warn us that sometimes we have to stop.

In the "imo-mind" coefficient, the 7 steps in the alphabet of wisdom is multiplied in cases of numbers in billions of probabilities, so the "favorability" goes during the event of the experimentation itself, you don't need luck to be able to solve the scale of correcting an infinite field; in the derivable sequence of the graphical representation, the demonstration is not a numbering, the letter of life lies in preserving the harmonious meaning of simple movement in any choice we make.

Energy conservation is the subtlety of feeling the health of emotional intelligence in contact with itself; we do not need the topology of a dimension to imprint our energy; we do not need the genetics of matrix codes to play relativity at the highest trill.
Usually the hypotheses are a dynamic of polarizing the distribution of energy, make your energy stock, not for yourself, for the whole humanity, when it will be necessary, will be available. Take up your space!
Simulating the subject of existence is not mandatory, only if you really want to pass this random event exam, simultaneously with the pre-paid entrance ticket and maybe drawing the winning number. I can advise you not to take any possibility into account, only if you take them all at once and none, absolutely necessary. We don't need to bet on something we don't know only if we try and that's nice courage, the beauty of the game is when you stand outside it and at the same time you are its very personification(and you can practice this in everyday life, almost all the time from a whole… day); Some people dedicate their whole lives to us.

The notion of life is not a variable, it is not a statistic, it is not a distribution of analytical dispersion; it is so simple that its own law cannot contain it.:heart:
That is why we must genuinely enjoy its highest level of authority, in the stable commitment to remain useful to our performance to calibrate it.
The original and fundamental truth and the most difficult access, can be the most beautiful factual expressive utopia that we actually carry in the exact space of our inner freedom now.

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The non-science of spirituality, or spirituality in full science not/or to be found, can establish the fertility of life and the condition that allows the heart to sigh, under the innocent event of existential "charism" can irrigate the most cosmopolitan desert of the apocalypse even in the last moment of vitality; The invocation of the truth can overturn any programming, we can create so many opportunities ; Selflessness due to transfer in dedication can concentrate universality in the temporary personal space of margin, can be the immediacy of life, freedom in the full premise, it could be the criterion of transference, happiness in the effectiveness in one's own morality of perfection itself.A kind of over-multiple customization of the highest honor configuration for the occupied space:flower:

The mystery is transparent but with our own words, our presence must illuminate and transform, we are the messenger of our own almost "impersonal" reality, in full attribute of revealing nature in the most transcendent abysmal depth of soul.

Rise to the revelation of the higher consciousness, grasp the grace of intuition, awaken the exigency of the evidence that you can overcome anything, provoke the discovery of the zeal of living life, feel boldness in the rest of love, reciprocate the supreme sacred aptitude in the increase of virtue resemblance of the human being in you, faith is that any kind of life matters!

From the abyss of life spores, I hand over the letter to chance, the only synonym with my moment now,

:heart:, Anca

Innocent Warrior

19th February 2021, 03:40

My dear Rachel,

When I joined the forum last year, I saw this in your signature
"Never give up on your silly, silly dreams.

You mustn't be afraid to dream a little BIGGER, darling. "

...and it inspired me very, very much in my awakening, now I have the opportunity to thank you for this and for your wonderful contribution, again:sun:

Yes, I am a dreamer and I'm glad that I have this right, now I want to give it to the benefit of "time" for a better world...

Although this has already been said, I believe that the level of awareness can be increased in the world through small facts. Imagine that every man on earth would put a single brick to help build a building.
Imagine what a grand building you could build by using more than 7 billion bricks. Later, everyone could enjoy the grandeur and splendor of the building. And this building would be built however by the small and effortless gesture of each man to add another brick. With a small gesture and minimal effort, something magnificent could be built.

The way you respond is simply a choice and I thank you with generosity and gratitude for your wonderful gift. By your answer, however, you are giving a certain direction to the wonderful energy that has come to me and that I receive with open arms and wide soul.

Words are primary forms of energy, and for me they are especially important when written in the "sound" of vibration and energy of thought. Your music has filled my thoughts with my most beautiful experience today, that is you :heart:
We are all interconnected by a subtle connection and you know this better than me, a connection that we can receive or block, but the power of harmony lies in a simple choice, and your choice has a label of love, on my soul and I remain grateful.
My thoughts may be a little too "overturned" but this is what I feel like writing.
The way you write, on the other hand, fascinated me, being a kind of "jewelry box in English words" for me!

Your writing clears me of all the sadness, it oxygenates my mind, it frees me, it gives me another course to my personal film as if no one and nothing can be indispensable, it closes chapters of my life so that I can taste the sweetness of the present, it is a personal duty that I learn on my way and along with your words to teach me with this form of existence that I have. Thank you a thousand times.

With love,
Anca

OK, so I think I finally have something to write that’s worthy of this thread. It will be brief and my first draft or I’d never have gotten around to it.

The meaning of life.

A big call but it took me too many years and living all my most actively feared fears at once (with the exception of Snake island) to see it, annihilating my self, my world, and almost my life in the process....so I’m owning it. And as I always felt, I already knew it but never accepted it because it never seemed profound enough, or worth living for.

LOVE.

Perhaps disappointing at first take but that’s because of our notion of what love is, combined with not quite understanding the question when we ask what the meaning of life is.

Love is not just a lovely romantic notion, its vibration is the key to all we are, Self, our fullest potential, and richest life. Perfect alignment with what we call Higher Self is achieved by being authentic but our authentic self is so vast and intelligent beyond imagination, we can’t successfully achieve authenticity by directly aiming for it. The vibration of love ensures authenticity, despite our tiny scope of perception, and unlocks all that we are.

When we ask what the meaning of life is we’re asking what gives life meaning.

We experience inner conflict. There are two selves. The self is created by the world. We have always been the Self. We don’t actually get to choose or create who we are, just which one we live.

Living love is a matter of choice in each moment. A full explanation of that would take too long, we’ll all figure it out ourselves eventually anyway. But love is the key that unlocks who we always felt we were, while being told who we should be.

There is a grand reward, the eventual silencing of the self, pure perception, immediately knowing all we need to know in each moment, no thinking required. A whole new mode of operation for the human race, but there can be no agenda to live. Just be, perceive and do what you love, whatever that is for you. Love who you love because you do, no agendas or rewards attached. Together we cover it all, no individual is more or less important.

Be in love to live your richest life and to create the world we all deserve, although it’s never really very relevant, just a stage, but it will be a nice one.

The wise are those who have suffered enough, so wisdom can’t be taught, but here is my brick.

Anka

19th February 2021, 22:57

Dear Rachel,
A year ago you offered me a song that I have not forgotten and now you have contributed to this place by bringing your sincere and beautiful part with the soul binder together.:heart:

I'm not a very good communicator, but if you saw me now, I'm sure you would know how I feel.
I can thank you with a promise in return which I will keep for the most opportune moment ever...:heart:.
I absolutely believe that your brick is heavy enough to build that decent and nice stage we all deserve, and heavy enough to lighten my heart.

There is nothing more beautiful than the inner beauty and innocence of a warrior! I am sorry that we all had to suffer, but when the origin takes on cosmic proportions, the only solemn confession we have left is to fall in love with each other by invoking the beauty of the love for life.
Knowing that I will always love you, you beautiful one, allow me to give you a minute and a half of poetry and my heart.!
Take care! :flower:

Moana - An Innocent Warrior [Audio Version with Movie Scene + Lyrics (+ English translation)] HD(1:36)

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Introduction to a permanent option

The captivating beginning, the spectacular, emotional moment must be an excellent course labeled at the end. The difference should have been an original individual catalyst, an introduction to diversity, through which each personal differentiation could go out of style and explore.

I look at this box with a touch screen, it was my introduction, the implicit help and the attention of my own inspiration; In my conversation with people's mood, I tried to create a smile at the right time, I tried to keep the discourse of curiosity at the forefront of their own inspirations. My speech was about that "something", that intention and dedication that each of us has in our hearts.:heart:

At the beginning of an evening, talking to the soul, we can find out for ourselves a lot, the retreat abroad to escape in humanity is the loyalty we honor to life.
Put a drop of the book in many half centuries and introductions of creative sources in which we can all relax.
I was in the humanity of yesteryear, looking for thresholds of centuries of knowledge, I tempered stories with my own obedience passing and remaining in the threshold of common sense in the characteristic manner of humanity that we all have. We all know how useful, concise and mindful can be a good intention.
We are all baptized as children of the world, those with a wonderful view of life before any choice, those who have collected the understanding of human nature in prayer, confessions of pure moral beauty, and acts of quality in simple human education.

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Contemporary humanity within us, in all the languages of the earth, is our very presence in the territory we occupy; and because we already know this, we can keep the joyful tone of conversation with ourselves and especially with all the needs of others, and we can keep the code feature in exposing the truth.

Our selective journey through life lies in the indispensable style of always being human par excellence, in fact our only important profession.
The agreement of substance through the quality of our action, to substitute our existence is a common comparison of transport and transfer, we are the word-image and the key-object of the most abstract landmark in this concrete plan.
Our good deeds and their significance are placed like free birds on a telegraph wire, they are the notes on the invisible "musical stave" of the world, so important in the whole "sheet music" and the whole song.
We are all chained in our originality as authors and actors of the whole play, for this loyalty to ourselves and especially love for others will show us the way.

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Our association with the world in which we live is strongly integrative, it enriches our descriptive content to render the human essence in everything, to live and to concretely comprehend the magic of childhood for our role to highlight first of all decency as the side of the soul, carried very carefully.

The moral portrait of self-courage in gentleness, tenderness, warmth and enthusiasm in the full love of sacrifice, is the path of our every duty to others around us.
Diligence, positive energy and kindness are the kitchen space of every being in the world and maybe we should be proud that we have all the tools at hand to profile the treasure of the cradle of humanity that gave birth to us here.

The paths of life are so moving and the ships of the sweet impulse to maneuver them will always guide us to the first day of the best choice, if we know how to love the waves and the seaports of all living beings.

We have green fir forests and silk fields, we have as many butterflies as nightingale songs, we have so much good cheer with each old age of each passing year, we have the grace of the connection with the Earth, we have color in the sunlight and gentle caress of water, we have the awakening to life in the gentle embrace of every man, we have, truly impossible beautiful, everything.

If we miss home, let's look at our steps, they belong to us. If we miss the truth, we can reveal it with the beauty of consciousness through the connected mystery.

If we want to explore the impact, we must assume the infinite Atlas of knowledge without choosing, so that everything always remains possible.
The inner road is not a choice, it is the origin.:flower:

In almost 30 grams of free mind and open heart, the sacredness of what we call (too conventional maybe, but in full-grade-ether for me) "spirituality", it is a kind of altruism difficult to describe in words, more complete in the acts of happiness that we bring to those around us and everywhere around us.
I know that the unmistakable balance of the human race is a cosmic-romantic tear in "apogenesis". I know from personal experience that we are all a collapse of contrasts in the odyssey so wonderfully called the "universe".

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Sometimes our duty to life is not to clarify it, it is to deepen it so much that to turn it into a very constant infinite growing mystery, we must not forget that life is an inexhaustible territory,
and of such immemorial antiquity that the universe often finds us in the context of an ineffable friend:)
I can't live your love of beauty, make me feel it in the tumult of this universe created by us, write me in a wave of a secret time the intimacy of your absolute, age your immediate physique, and accentuate the tone of send me the best thoughts , in your ease of loving beauty, I am just a passing passenger. :flower:

Twinned in the value of nature of deep emotion, passing on the praise of the love for life so permanent and necessary, cultivating with predilection the element of humanity, I have a series of reasons and hypotheses of my own to see the world, only for everyone else. The invitation to dedicate our nature to the immediate future of this present remains open in an eternal now...

Once you use this vastly and simply unexpectedly, we might want to call it the opportunity to explore, but in a different letter, at least:)

Humanity is born of pure and determined human needs and is called to serve all that is good and healthy in this world. Our movement in this world must spring from a deep human inner heart-heat, to prepare the possibilities of yesterday's generations for tomorrow's future, so that the whole planet can rely on conscious and supportive citizens, by raising and strengthening the specific virtues of human race, we are the only ones who could choose to create our pride of all to call ourselves "people" in this space!

Always indebted to the world,
Anca.

PINK FLOYD THE ENDLESS RIVER FULL ALBUM Tribute Part 1 of 10 HOUR RELAXING MUSIC (57:30)

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Innocent Warrior

20th February 2021, 02:50

I am sorry that we all had to suffer, but when the origin takes on cosmic proportions, the only solemn confession we have left is to fall in love with each other by invoking the beauty of the love for life.
Knowing that I will always love you, you beautiful one, allow me to give you a minute and a half of poetry and my heart.!
Take care! :flower:

Moana - An Innocent Warrior [Audio Version with Movie Scene + Lyrics (+ English translation)] HD(1:36)

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This is beautiful. :heart:

I am not sorry for the suffering, it is over and it was worth it. It hurt like hell while all that was false was incinerated, and all that is true has been returned to me. What is - is mine, it’s all that I need and everything I previously wanted.

When this happens we must be willing to face it all head on, while being honest with ourself. Without that we will miss our part in it all, experience the role of the victim and be crushed, instead of being empowered and ready to respond. It feels like it’s going to kill you but the result is like a rapid DNA upgrade, a reordering of the self to facilitate the wildly different direction life has in store. Ordo ab chao - order out of chaos. It’s a process, there is much to burn, but what remains is pure and untouchable.

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Love is strength. Love bonds us all together as one. Love saves lives. Love is enormous, sometimes it’s so profound it hurts and feels too big for a human and forces one to expand. I never fully felt love before, it was there but I was distracted by fear and only experienced a fraction of it, its power stuns me.

I’m the happiest I’ve been in all my life. I am adored and cherished and even emulated. I am needed. I am healthy. I have no limitations. I saved a precious life. I want for nothing. Liberated. New fears are promptly faced and dissolved. I no longer fear life, nor death, or fear. I know that in the darkest places I am staggeringly strong and powerful.

I have another song for you, it’s how I feel when I wake up each day, it’s perfect and suits this gorgeous thread.

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I love you, Anca. :bearhug: Thank you. :flower:

:heart::heart::heart:

Anka

20th March 2021, 22:41

More than words,

I love commonplaces.This is one :sun:

A book of commonplaces, lived by me, inventing nothing, and writing about nothing important, finds me in a heart that still beats at the gate of my life.
It's not the words we have to say, it's the feelings of honoring the goodwill of acknowledging that we can be better.
A banality that subdues me from something that is not mine, finds me as a law of fire in which I give up my singular experience, for an existence with common dependencies.:flower:
What can I write in warm words when the stars speak so cold? But I am here to dedicate a river of words to us, in which the words flow by themselves writing with your name, signing with my signature in a common ground.
I feel older with another book, in which I can say nothing but my life as it is, words do not invent anything compared to imagination and I barely have time to live a life in which I can understand a little of what love means, and courage more than words.

Anger against death tests our benevolence and kindness to a perfect degree of goodwill. When nothing is possible it is, in fact, absolutely necessary, all we have is life and death, the safest and most unknown points of interference.
When the attraction becomes great for a future we can be attracted to it like fireflies and do something starting from the past, we will overcome the future.
In the falling class of some dimensions in full alliance, through the corridor that brings concordance, the braces of light in visions from another life, bring the accuracy of a reality in front of a billions more.

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I follow my ghost past of a future and I complete the regime of a brave foreign people, I listen to the sound of homographs and letters that sound holographic in testing for life, with a second in the past, a future rich in content is already sold.
Attention is the number one rule, I feel like I just left the door that always opens in front of me.
A two-dimensional... of good deeds reevaluated seven times in the exercise of a force along the shortest equation with the longest answer space, is written here between me and me from another us.
We don't need to change the past, we don't need to improvise the future, maybe we're not here at all, for that, and maybe we're not here at all "two twice", when instead of asking ourselves "What time is it?", We can actually ask ourselves "How much is the space? right now... "

It is difficult to find the way, when the permission to come here was almost uncertain, we are the way, a kind of infinitely complex moment, a kind of access to space with the permission in itself, a kind of constant activation, so maybe the path we are looking for, should not be something specific.
The connection we are looking for, can be impossible because we are not connected to anything, to absolutely nothing and everything.
There can be no reason to call the presence, "the presence", only if it is completely multidimensional in which the lack of perspective as such, is completely absent and there are instead "such as a state" - the only omnipotent state corroborations of the moment. It is as if you take several buses from one station simultaneous to uncounted graduated coaxial destinations.
Communication should have no effect since we could hear absolutely everything. Whoever has ears, should hear.:flower:

Change as a feeling in return is quantifiable, we wonder what we do here and what is the key, when in fact there is no way to say "this is it".
There is no argument with the explanation of life in its content, which can determine in any knowledge "That this is it all", when in fact the totality explains any possible argument of any nature or rank.
The coordinates that we have transmitted to ourselves quantify the relationship in everything we say "I know because I feel"...:heart:, but it can be as simple as the complexity that we offer to ourselves.
And I tell myself that what I've been doing for a century is a whispered minute already gone.It's true, I said out loud, but my nostalgia grows like flowers on my lips. Do I speak the power of memory and the turmoil that was to be in vain? A scattered thought tells me yes it is true in everything but love is =live life as a gift.

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And then I set out to fulfill the future promise in the pure wave of a dream, a dream by dreaming that I will dream that I leave the burden of heavy shoulders behind and accompany a great gentle spirit in the thirst for light and Light.
A big bright moon will be my star, a small fraction of what I once was, Love in the light universe garment unceasing in common, human places in the universe, nor being.
All hopes can only be simple fantasies if we do not understand the cadence with which everything is programmed, grace is perfection, the power with which we manage to accept ourselves around us and everything we call here involvement and beyond accepting revelation.

The multiple of some futures by mutual agreement in the sweet abacus multitude of some lives, will bring us tenderly on the threshold of waking up some mornings in which we will always want to know where we are and where we are going, why not make this the most beautiful question to which the answer is itself in our management.

To the question "how can you know?" We have to skip the question "why are we here" I know it's not easy, that's why we're here.
Because we always want to leave, the almost natural question is "where" and because we always wonder where we come from, we always want to get there and stay.

Alone, in a foreign galaxy, on a planet we have not yet known, in a gravity we have not yet learned, we want to leave. We want the unknown more than anything and at the same time we count the steps on a beach of star dust everywhere, we seem to be lost in our own light, we run away from darkness instead of illuminating it to see better, knowing in fact that darkness is in fact, a kind of light.
We look for our origin in a new house, as if our name were an identity, when in fact the true identity does not have a name, it has an interconnected spiritual imprint.

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In search of the soul with the soul next to me I found more than words, a home of decoding's, the willingness to believe in the unknown with the unknown in me, the one I know and accept.

With care :heart:,
Anca

Hammock - Then the Quiet Explosion (Oblivion Hymns)(6'42)

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Anka

23rd March 2021, 23:59

The gifts of the world

Our destination is a single journey with goodwill and pure spirit, a journey to celebrate beauty around the world. Beauty has no single measure, is not calculated in numbers, shapes and symmetries, and perfection is a culture by its own definition of the secret that he got it.
Travel today, far in destinations around the world, try to see how beautiful you can be there and wherever you go, you will find the same You.:heart:

Among the most guests from all over the world in the mirror of your soul, you see yourself. You are there. Never old, never young, always ready and always amazed, a host of your own traits, those unchanged by so many lives in a row.
The first stop in your eyes stops as if incessantly in the sap of nature, a first stop in an endless platform, unannounced and yet beautiful. Time will always give you time to find it in so many forms, old age has never been younger for you as it is now, health has never been a gift as integral as now, you feel strong.:heart:

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When was the last time you looked at your watch? Have you already chosen a single moment, like this, at random, from what the time looks like then and now? One moment can discover the secret of life, one moment writes the destiny of life and you can write with it.
A moment in this world is a gift. This moment.
It happens that you can also see the beauty of the world. From there, you start to feel the pulse of such a fleeting time, feeling the effect of the passing of each second as being of major importance.
If you take it lightly, patiently, each part of a second will give you enough time to appreciate it at its true value, you can negotiate with your time, he wraps you like a warm and protective blanket, he understands you and you can always give a good thought through it.

If you had only one second to live, how many beauties would you like to be able to see and appreciate? I would definitely make it worth that second.:flower:
A second under the roof of this wonderful world paradise, it is a promoter of encouragement and establishment of the universe, a monitor of culture and appreciation, an inter-worldly-universal soul platform, a beginning of a journey in the stagnation of the greatest wisdom.

A symposium of thinking on the spectrum of untouched itineraries of the world, a melancholy thought in counting the sun's rays, a groundbreaking reading of the depths of the ocean, a homage in an endless essay of deep appreciation of a forgotten bookmark on a mountain somewhere :flower: , an elegy of life in tree roots under the green rain of nature, all are gifts and cost as much as a second can cost. Don't get up from your chair, not now, find time in time, to be able to devote enough time to all the beauties that actually give you enough time to be able to observe them all, all the time.

Found alone the mystery of the most priceless value in this world, Heritage of living life shines around you, everything breathes.
Your existence is the duty of a creation to increase your dowry of knowledge, a revelation of daily notes in full sensitivity, a fresh amazement in front of details that you did not even suspect, a diary of every heartbeat that you will hear, you will hear the last one and you will definitely make it count for the next one.:heart:

Childhood celebration wears us on the wings of good thoughts.
Every look calls us to see the celebration of life in a map of the accuracy of worldly values that have increased together with beautiful traditions and ancestral inheritance in a phenomenon of time carols. The creation crown of beauty, around us, proclaims the symbol of inspiration at the end of the seminal rational movement, scattered in the cosmos in each particle. And the world is turning in a wonderful repeatable sacred beautiful burden in an alphabet from the first letter to the first again, all the gentle madness is a late autumn pure awesome love, always born in an unrecognized spring.

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In a series of short stories, our journeys condition us in non-time-space in a continuous longing for inspiration, encouragement and soul finding.
The entire earthquakes under the peace of several realities collapsed from heaven in the colors of eternal twilight.
Strange halo’s and echoes dance between the abyss of a mirror reflected in billions of mirrors times, and between the loop of the hope from the Earth that overturns the sky, a train has long gone from our world, and took with him the last fairy tale, now at the beginning at the end of the beginning, we have replaced hope with Equilibrium in a last lightning signed ambigenus.

Now, the gifts of the world must be recreated highly , we are called at the beginning of every innovation of the post-world, in the pre-image and similarity of our soul, to honor the gift of our presence, the plenary working grace for the eternal communion of the entire humanity, resides in a single memory.
We know that the act of love requires compassion and tenderness and understanding, by being actually an act of high authority, aiming at the possibility that the humanity of a whole cosmos is on our side through a law, a law beyond the law, number, beyond the questions and shapes, farther away from sleep, dominating a life guard of one single yet another gift.:flower:

The poles of our virtues, of many people in those few, are still unseen in an unforeseeable legend of our questions as a response to the same unique truth.
The universe is many from one, especially when we say it does not exist without us.
We, in our loneliness, we are not alone, but we are that loneliness in the position in which we have all interest to watch carefully for our great unknown truths, as long as we know we have one as a gift.

The pulse in the sweet and unknown terror of beautiful nothing, attenuates any instinct when we can not believe in the absolute truth without knowing it.In the twilight of the latest thoughts, we all became the saints of a recently history-story-in-one-legend for over a few years, so many and yet so innumerable few, we deny the absolute truth while we are still looking for it, the deaf agitation inside us, catch a voice, at every corner of the world, when in fact we are all in love.:flower:
When each gesture seems to kneel us at a wall of complaint and sometimes we feel like we were wearing the mourning of our birth here, let's not forget that we were born in love with our people, our weapon is the temple of the kiss from universe for us all.
Our discovery is, revealing no thought to which we could say we will never meet, and for, never to say never, is true, sometimes you can say almost Always.
Farewell, If you remain...:heart: and yet that's a gift.

Tm. Anca

Anka

24th March 2021, 23:32

Making the world in soul steps
(linguistic prayer of individual origin)

Out of all the beauty of the world, I chose hundreds of words and a few steps, in the faith of a heart out of so many hearts, a gong of awakening knocks at the gates of the world and I am still here, listening to it with us all together.
We sway lightly in the face of the same emotion that swings the world, we are as enigmatic as the trees and flowers that pour their glory and light over the world. We are so triumphant when we face rain, drought and frost, we are so strong in the so fierce wind, and so sensitive in caressing its breeze.
Taking life in our hands, we step into the steps of the law that we learn on the go, we follow 8 inner voices as a common echo and multiple tips arising in spores of recognition and adaptation, we step while building a world of our own, in while the soul elevates to us any work of spiritual beauty which we leave as an imprint behind us, and in front of a later projection of the future past.

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We will learn to forget the first encounter with the body and we will understand how carefully we will have to carry our soul in every detail near a minimal sketch of one thought, a single spark causes an explosion and where there is smoke in the appearance of feeling that "something” set a " fire of knowledge " that will always break out.
There is no more amazing and spectacular synapse than half a moment important enough to guide our steps further, attention is not important unless it is evaluated as a form of co-measurement consistent with the moment itself, so subtle that we have to keep quiet for hear it, and for that, the choice has such an optional relevance that it is not counted.

The written direction of this wonderful world, in a universe of creative filmography, in the introspection of the awakening of people, is such a high retrospective and yet so simple, so that the captured images are true symbols of continuity to immortality of the entire cosmological paradise, so victorious in determinant class definitions that the variation in simplicity is the indisputable perfection itself.
A film of beautiful memories in dynamic mystery phenomena, envelops us in a white amphitheater of finding peace with peace itself.:flower:

Under the calm rain that falls slowly and slowly, it breaks mirrors of realities forming a mass of the most united shards melted in the genius of recognizing the power and beauty of the human genome from all the uni (source) when you reach -∀-ER( in essence)-Se(34) in all its forms!
The rhythm of the seascape in the breadth of the cosmos, takes us on unknown waves, we are the most beautiful aliens in the universe, so small and so significant, so human, conquering, welcoming foreign waters, this will make us the bravest pirates of an entire cosmos under the guise of any definition.

The visual plain, pictorial, olfactory, auditory, intense description, will navigate us through colors of unprecedented frequencies, the taste of whole fields of lavender will rest in our souls, the smell of rain clouds cosmic lava will guide us, the cool rest of the enigmatic equations of life will be the surrounding places of the strangest south lost somewhere in the noise and light that lifts the distant sky of the universe.
A cool river, silent in endless music, takes us steps in unprecedented maps of the universe, thinking of the oasis of the world that created us, an evocation of an impression from another time and a heartbreaking longing for OUR air, water, sun and trees, so simple, so asymmetrical in life sparks and so well designed in energy quality.

The guttural sound of seagulls on the shores of a disturbing sea in boundless earth plasma wet blue, autumn in heavy gravitational copper leaves without which we cannot exist, the green sweetness of the hills in gentle sleep, the confession of ivy in a high endless forest and the scent of black wisdom, greasy and wet nourishing earth and fire together, the joy concert of Nature and their creatures singing, the extension of the unknown in the image of giving the green light, thinking with the heart, speaking with the purity of hieroglyphs drawn with chalk on the post sidewalk.

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How much can we miss what we have right now?

Falling asleep in an armchair from another world, I dreamed while writing, exactly what you read and write, I saw every apparition reserved for eternal beauty, I see you, and I am so insignificant in the face of its greatness that touching it can give me life and death in different simultaneous forms of inspiration, perhaps trans-literary, in transcendent colors, devoid of contours, rotating bright white spots, a strange, unusual, uncontrollable enchantment, interrupted by the sound of the seagull flight in a mind, a strange and beautiful appearance of a very frequent beginning that makes it –he- she-us, feel/ feels the relentless end.

An infinity of shades outside the colors, it delights me, my intentional enchantment for the whole beauty of the world grows as we fall asleep, I wonder how many times I should die so that I can live the non-stop as an act of amazement?
Meanwhile, I am invaded by a beneficent sifted rain for all the gentleness of the signatures of souls in billions of drops under the pure warmth of divinity as an un-categorized education, of beauty printed in the Amazon of the white sky of the blue miss-cosmos.

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Meanwhile, I prematurely, write without knowing why, humanity everywhere, life as an educational event, art as the destination of the most international literature, taking my steps with a world that we can always recreate more beautiful courage, under the simple tradition of being a good friend with everything that life can mean for us together.:flower:

I can't carry more than I would like to be, but I can be more than I could carry, not because I can, but because I feel. An ingenious and revealing illustration does not have to be based on a well-known in-depth study, if we refer to the mobility industry of individual diversity incomprehensible, then the beauty of mathematics in just two minutes can express the surrounding Nature with all its externalized extensions of cosmic knowledge.

If we ask ourselves how many models of factorial frequencies can have infinite combinations of atoms and how many chess games are possible, we will always be late for work, the proof of simplicity is the grace of ease in the most natural set of observation.
A letter of recommendation, a legitimating, an invitation, preserves all the many opportunities to be honest, a border-less opening:happy dog:

I am here, immersed in the current anonymity and displayed in sight while writing you friendship letters, writing you about the gift of our freedom, the steps will always be yours.:flower:

Find the generosity to be reborn from a thousand miracles every day, becoming a different you, find the extrasensory conversation with you and others in which your genius and love are present in everything you could call dimension in all their ecstasy and wonder. ..

...turning right and moving forward, always,

Anca

Hammock - I Can Almost See You :)

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Anka

28th March 2021, 00:33

Letter of law
(Our history written as it was, dedicated to continuity for a better future, as it should be).

If we have been offered to live the end of the world, it is because we can truly overcome it.:heart:
Someone once said that if humans disappeared, animals and nature deserved their place on this planet.
That's why I cling every day to a bell that always rings incessantly, in a "monastery of endless hopes" that I have been building for years, if each of us would want to understand the others, then each in his own way would carry the sign of the impetus to encipher the sacred, geocentric cosmology, in which man is the icon of gentility and the representative of sublimity in the Universe.
At a simple observation around us, apart from people and their appearances, the whole is in fact unitary, a simple creation and logic cannot be the effect of a chance only if it is an immaterial, timeless revelation, an ocean of planetary myriads and chemical elements in the cross of central essence in an initiatory and endless dance.
There are people who write their own destiny in the law of the earth that gave birth to them.

Life is like the fruit of the earth that surrounds us as precious as nature and art. To look for the most valuable art of understanding the world you must look for the most suitable piece of land where it has the conditions to be born. You step on the ground.

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The earth - a recipe for perpetually guaranteed genesis - the highest chronological adornment, the photon of inspiration in pure air, the supreme force of existence (the celestial vault on which the stars move), the land (the continents that unite us tectonic in the fire of knowledge), smiling plant species, the sun the birthright of heat, the moon in mirage, water in the gift of freedom, water and air animals, then terrestrial animals, you tread with life over life.
The genesis out of nothing, the "category" and ad-hoc genesis, are characteristics of the creative act, and are more intelligible and coherent than the theory that the genetic act needs a very long time or an indefinite primordial soup that is defined from self.

If the truth cannot be spoken in words, it can be felt and demonstrated through writing, the reasons differ and they are the same when the expression becomes sacred.
THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD is one of untouched performance, the linguistic gift (including the silent one) is the grace to coexist with the very truth within us.
The visual elements are each under the name of truth, usually what we see we call and what we do not see we feel, and sometimes in the name of feeling we call what we see in the clothing of sounds we do not really know, phonetically forming a kind of the music of speech, harmony is instead our gift to the world to feel.

If the truth cannot be spoken in words, it can be felt and demonstrated through writing, the reasons differ and they are the same when the expression becomes sacred. One look, with your eyes closed, can convey everything.
THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD is one of untouched performance, the linguistic gift (including the silent one) is the grace to coexist with the very truth within us.
The place of speaking power and the force of love, is an anagram of all directions and simultaneity perfectly completely complex in the sublime ordered irrationality of the cosmos.

You talk, so you exist. So think as if you were speaking, speak as if you were transmitting and transmit as if you were silent in the deepest letter of the law that shapes your spirit beyond knowledge. If we were born to communicate, speech is a stain of color in the way of the wind of communication, while writing was made to transmit not to speak, teaching is repetitive mother and symbolic writing builds it through clear fingerprints left in the path of time.

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With each letter written, communication should be done to learn time by heart, sustainability must give birth to an alphabet of the future an alphabet created by humans, for nature and the cosmos to be felt.
For writing as a bio-transmission to integrate creative roles, we must learn it before the future.
A language of a single one, it transcends time and space in the goodwill of creating a single common alphabet, special but especially universal.
Each letter should have inscribed in it the vein of temporal patience and wisdom and not an aptly theorized story, with millions of universal histories in a single symbol, one we understand now, from the past to a future formatted present.

The beauty of the world may be the oldest proof that we belong to this gift of fulfilling the destiny of this planet, and the world's oldest letter of law may be an unseen amulet of time and space together, an unseen unfolding of the oldest histories in -one letter of the most effective transmission strategy, to consecrate the power to transmit the value and price of the human race for the merit of inheriting this planet.
We must keep a diary of the genesis of accumulated knowledge, no matter how primordial and difficult to explain, we must recognize the connection with the sacred importance of our legitimacy in the face of the position of spiritual researchers under the possible aspect of certainty of omniscience.

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The manifestation should be a calm, patient, soft organized and loving conduct, the writing does not necessarily have to confirm concepts, but it can be just a simple playful and innocent talent to express, without knowing, the essentially in interconnected writings with such individual knowledge. so that the connection with the alignment of the expression can differ only by completing personally coded visions.
The interpretation of a worldly gift comes through the beauty with which we can establish it, the connections in sets of understanding always come under a vital loving aspect.
There is no law above LOVE, this wonderful holy pure ortho-liability deserved, fraternal and altruistic love is not a simple mirage or any nostalgia, it is the only reality through which we will survive in history.
It is the only unseen force, that will tear the fabric of anti-human hatred in which those without the letter of the law of pure spirit would want to extinguish us.
The strength of the courage of the communion that unites us all in one Body of humanity and the gift of our patience and kindness which is love will be our rebirth from the ashes of the present to a future in which us to be free and dignified again.:heart:

Anka

28th March 2021, 18:17

Official statute of a mind
(An exercise in intention, set for everyone's own inspiration, for a better future).

The set of official provisions imagining the purpose, structure and totality of unseen laws, actions and the functioning of regulations and the adequacy of treatments called in the diversity monitored as an organization, hereinafter referred to as (real), charge any good on the territory of matter.
The statutory character is an act of life with implicit essence, a pre-accepted totality of construction and cooperation in the constitutive state as a syntactic event of our individual occupation of a place under the emblem of completion, functioning, change, viable study, practically applied in the execution of spiritual autonomy in full force,"Us" as a space.

Where logic touches, the spiritual constitution of our conformity organically multiplies necessity. A guarantee that sets the goal, a goal that participates and sets the structure of the name, a structure in the quality of being, determining the enterprise and habit called in the conquering way "instinctual" to do.
The fundamentalism of the association with itself coexists in a somatic disposition to never stop, a stationary vehicle sufficient to fill time and space with the names themselves, a perfect excuse for any causal definition. The shelter of existence delimits the field to play with the ball, a habit followed by fatigue.

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When "you" stay:
-we all stay; more or less; now or in the past, the future lies if we stay.
-by competing to move, to sit, has a value of obstacle and challenge at the same time; if you are happy to call it a lock, then by default you also have the unlock key.

"Staying" always begins with a project, attracting an ongoing process in the niche of intentional concern, an inactivity without restraint, a free captivity, a cessation of intervention in favor of the most natural phenomenon of percussion.

The characteristic of being preoccupied with thoughts is the most impossible game, in which besides rules, emotion can become surprisingly quite competitive.
-Wait because you wait, wait because you work, wait because you dream, because you are guarding your decisions, wait because you can sit in the alliance or contrary to the free monopoly, wait because you rely, because you are present, guarded, on the lookout and ecstatic by the projection. Always be careful and consistent.

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A prolonged vigil or a night watch cannot prevent us from the war of concentration and manifestation, the modal determinations will intimidate us with a piece of advice, with a good word, with a modest balance.
To hesitate could also means to be worried, to interrogate means to relate in a situational way, to characterize means also to be completely inefficient (to limit oneself, to limit oneself to others, to reduce oneself, to restrict oneself, to summarize oneself).
To be steadfast means to live, not as a settlement but as a continuation in time, it means to be worthy, to be born, and to take place.

Sit like a celestial body in your own mass of living plasma and toxic beautiful cosmic gases, you are not a symbol, a decoration and you do not have the important role in the show, act as if you wrote the show assuming your almost unbearable optimism as a falling comet always in full, light target. Don't aim, shoot!
More than the game around us, we have to drive logic not the other way around, love the thrill of winning Nothing, by being able to know how to lose everything, it can be as brutal as a beautiful romantic love story, the imprint remains in the passion you played with.:flower:

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You were happy, you liked it, you chose, you lost, it was beautiful but it ended, you gained the inspiration from which you choose the talent, further to start.
The mind, an attempt at sacrifice in unforeseen disadvantages, which does not end with awakening, begins with its end, a beautiful way of saying that nothing is competitive if it is predictable and certain by declaration.
The world of a mind and a consciousness in timeless waves, a place where nothing is forgiven and everything is admitted, a place we want to dominate, to blame and then to make us feel safe ... At the edge of our guilt we feel innocent, tranquility is a dangerous and attractive substance, because we are semi-adopted by disorder at a too fragile age in our late old age that managed to forget yesterday's childhood.:flower:

I, as a constant observation to be able to refer to a hypothesis, I am constantly in love, I am in a re-alliance of re-alienation, being the strangest person for the person who wants to be alone but in love, with a world in her whole. Loneliness can be a perfectly disturbed clarity, and it is the deepest advice to start counting the name in favor of balance. Just saying...:flower:

We are the biggest consumers of life and energy, to consume our experience and intentional substances being perfectly able to sabotage ourselves and the most beautiful asteroids of our consciousness at the edge of mass consciousness.
Between creativity, fear, hope, anger, genius, madness, psychosis, anxiety, need, revenge, joy and sadness, I choose them all by saying: "I understand".:heart:
But each spice must be dosed in the right measure, with perseverance and optimization and when taste matters, quality prevails. Do you always have thoughts in your head? I mean, did you think of them all...
We are doomed to lose precisely by similarity in the absence of union, and yet when the implications become deep love relationships, the legends begin to write, of course we are not here, not now, not in the future or maybe never, to save each other, how can we do this if we can't save ourselves? To radically aspire to say "we will save the day" means that we only now start playing when the game has been played since its inception.

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You may not know the first thing about playing life, you may want to buy the complexity and the undisclosed mystery, you may want to start some accumulated answers to unanswered and very unanswered questions, you may think it is a matter of audience and time; you may want to remember the impossible, you may embark on your own journey of air, water, fire, but you will always clothe the earth in your element.

Straightforward and unafraid to tell it like it is, exactly what and how we need...
You're not one to shy away from the truth, and you always tell it like it is, even if it goes unheard. Your courage to stand up for the people you care about, is what sets you apart from all the rest, and your bold personality inspires everyone around you.

Grounded, hard-working, and disciplined, taught by the fundamentals of Life and consistency is your scheme of success, your patient determination; it is the guarantee of the ability that anyone can benefit from...If you are an intelligent air energy, if you are an exceptionally comfortable intuition, if you have heavy emotions that can accelerate my essence, if you are a creative essential opponent, elementary construction, prioritizing knowledge and information...
if you live longer than you enjoy being busy, You...
have an ability to keep things light, without being consumed by the heavy realities of the world, if you have the decisions fuel inside your heart, call me, because I will always take a page from your diary, just to remind me of you.:heart:

Anka

2nd April 2021, 07:34

A black screen

And yet there is love, a state of wakefulness with repeated chorus.

Blackening in an unnamed white love, the end of the beginning it is pierced by a single blue light that pulsates ... like a statement written in the dark horizon in the empty desert of recovery.
We drift... as if by boat, over a dark bay towards the light, we have the courage to let the world know that we are in love living the point, while we are afraid of the first kiss of awakening.

A troubled voice in an even more vulnerable youth is to remember in time, we try our high wisdom to see what is best in people, we try our best in a world where humanity is to blame, like a soft snow that hides the inner light , and when the snow becomes too heavy in system-led inquisitions, we rest our heads in the deepest hope skies, ours being the hope, there we are consistent in being inclined to reserve all our judgments, even we humans have a limit in everything.:heart:

Who is the most hopeful person you have ever known, and which you may never meet again?... a person who can feel what you feel, from the area of a distant volcano and read through you like some infinite skyscrapers that pierce a clear blue water infinite.
...:flower:...We are just right, within and without, enchanted, loved and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life... the skyline of millions of lighted windows frame silhouettes of this inexhaustible beautiful humanity...it ignites with every movement, with every declaration of love, we all bloom.

An entire city wrapped in cars and people foreign to themselves, going through the daily routine of an experience in the absence of love, we are weak and strong, we are tigers and zebras with stripes that we cannot change, trying to order this world, not knowing who created it and what should remain sacred and inviolable and what we should change, not knowing who brought us here and if we are loved.

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Saving our lives seems to be almost the only duty first of all, but we nail the past and guide ourselves between the noise of the heart and the sounds of conventions knowing that every morning cannot be further from the truth, at some point in life in as the world spins and twists our minds, we need amazing courage to hope for love with the love within us.

"You" find yourself hosting a world in which you invite yourself alone, amazed and out-of-place, you move forward with hope ahead, you wake up living the next door next to you, knowing that there is a better world, you repeat that you will meet You definitely there…someday.

When you think you live in an impossible world of decadence in the midst of a universal collapse party, you remain invisible and stay hidden as long as you can afford, and behind it is a door where you can imagine heaven with the greatest freedom, you will understand your single consumer version and that all "anomalies" are singular under the same cover of truth. You will remember seeing yourself here before, mysterious and masked in such an exposed world, a kind of therapy of a knowledge that no one looks at, and you will not know whether to laugh or cry but you will find a version to live hope and love.

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I am convinced that you have crossed seeing at least two unique smiles in life, those smiles that believe in you, that always understand you no matter what, a reverie that suits you, a beautiful and yet warmly restless "intoxicating" hope when it returns to your interior, a smile from which you will never resign, unforgettable and so familiar in such separate worlds over alien time.

You say sometimes, that you have to buy a mirror before acquiring knowledge, whose password, in front of it is "to be", you will be able to see in the mirror who you were or who you could be. You will not know what to think and you will take a good sip of champagne celebrating the routine of recognizing yourself as the nature of your immortal consequences portioned in deeds about the past or future in every good or wrong that tries the present.

Sometimes, looking in the mirror you seem to dissolve, thinking that all the lives lived were not yours, a black screen of the most extensive experiences seen only in the pulsed light, an amazing freedom in the immensity of darkness and a fabulous transcendence in the power of light, indicating a sure pulse, following a single bright line of light, you unwittingly embrace the darkness also in a single unit.
A deep breath, a last look, and then, we grip the thinking letter in our trembling hands, in one last moment between the misfortune of lost memories and an curtain of seemingly future, all thoughts are so honestly emotional and non real, we admit and reject senses of tragedy and joy together with every second alignment, and in a vibrant crusade, we read the first and last line: "The truth is that... oh...:heart:" the modesty of the event can take your very breath away.

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If you happen to invite life to you and she "happens to be around" and you know that no one really believes in truth, when you hear your prayer falling back from the sky, maybe...your drop didn't matter because the rain to come, choose an old-fashioned afternoon to be reasonable overall, actually raining elsewhere and you can only be satisfied with that, and sincerity can disarm us embarrassed when we know how happy we are to do ourselves the little favor of recognizing the greatness of life in all its miracle.

Why build castles in the sky? clouds are just a natural phenomenon in full reason and passion to follow their path; why build freedom around a work clock which must always find meaning in a too extravagant ending for our thoughts...
Sometimes we sit and stare in flames of perfect meaning, opting for an opportunity still unknown in an attempt at remarkable revision and central reason for reflection, and with every frame of space we allow ourselves to…
We are the closest and strangest strangers we will feel close to, ourselves, ever.:heart:

If you go white today and black tomorrow, don't forget to taste the intelligent goodwill of bona fide definition to learn yourself above your inability, and don't cut yourself too much from mystery and beauty, between light and shadow tradition that strengthens the environment of choice is when you know that black and white are only artistic admissions of …

Throw away your stop clock, and stop your advance clock, move away from the chessboard to see it better, build your eventual extra large spaced space, and serve an erectly cosmic assembled anti-thought of three hours of pure empathy, then mount a pedometer of feeling to the quality of surrounding the world with your empathy, this being the essence of the only ability to be human in a supposed civilization.

Additional distances in 20,000 steps with each gesture you make and deadlines in intense word updates you produce, a synecdoche of pixels projected into your reactions…they lead the line of reality to the complex differentiated hypotenuse of independent fractals, always in the presumption of the prism of each other's support. If you're trying to figure this out, don't do it...feel it:flower:
We train ourselves to be our only editors, so it is our sole responsibility, we hurry to explain what we are able to understand so that later we can learn again what we have also explained, it seems to be a festival of science and ambiguity in a daily scrambled order, whose requiems we also make in the form of a reward in which we retire.

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I am overwhelmed and humbled, I have discovered a goodness and decency in people, I offer you my most sincere thanks and my deep and abiding gratitude which I was instructed to understand it; I have to slow down now, so I should consider to take what I can call the "present" souvenir of eternity that I am not afraid of, in full remission…
…as an act of living, it draws us in and doesn't let go, a documentary of coincidences and events as real as it happens, comparing us with us, as a filming territory revealed by simultaneity formed between possible levels of knowledge, actions, fate, choices, destinies, with sequences of humor, pain, fears, meanings, parables, shame, paradoxes, teachings, sins, words, reactions, thoughts, emotions, a whole complete intangible exodus but so necessary impossible never ending damn almost real.

We have guarded supplies of zeal and existential determination, even failures are spectacular, trying to subject humanity you can be sorely mistaken by shooting with a bow in the swirling ocean, this is one of the beauties in the gala of pragmatic default defense exposure; a hidden gene angle but calculated in full condescension; a complex number differentiated in matrix equations in K variables of sound and poetry.
Always us, dust and earth, in instantaneous entangled quantum connections, why the speed of light ? when consciousness flies freely, why the distance to communicate? when space has no meaning in it, why it must be a meaning with a link? when everything that it is proved can only be observed as content, we should be happy with the answers and before we ask, we must agree.
We are almost famous today, this is now, we are who we will be, the best optimism in unfinished expectations, a brilliant lesson in a beautiful and headless dramatic ability to traverse time through a black screen, in full and eternal endless infinity audience...oh... humans...as we know we are, we will actually deliver the most extraordinary history in the entire universe and abroad !!:heart:
In a stormy planetary empire, always sitting with us, in the dark, all shining:heart:

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Anca

Anka

4th April 2021, 01:06

As long as there is love

It's easy to write words when you have nothing to say but pure love.

Love as rhetoric can devour and kill any hero, love as meditation can become an object of speculation, love as theater it becomes devastatingly sick, love as illusion is disposable, love as fibrillation is marketable tragic, so, without words, when the seat is forever empty, love exists in that place.
I, despite the joy of life, am a lucky woman, in the face of a programmed death and an endless life, I am anthological pampered outside of an ego too late to enlighten it. I am free to suffer and laugh and survive knowing that I can write, forgive and love, and even if the deception would take a little longer, it is more than nothing anyway, but,

love is a charm, a spectacle that confiscates tears, laughter, life and death, an eternal willow, an immortal oak, a bitter taste of forest apples, the healing lens of freshly spring water, the frenzy of the taste of a poisonous mushroom, and the grapes of life in the inviting sweet wine...

Love can be a recommendation with an end when you love nature, nature with its buds and thorns, feel the pain of that man in us, paradoxically in the most beautiful spring, nature in her clothes of naked and impenetrable mystery, teaches you to taste it when the sky open the blue path to it, you have no escape, and when your chest explodes with its beauty, in your eyes you gather salty waves of memories.
Heaven and earth disappear and hang in her gift, nature... a whisper half whispered for half of your nature in completion, a step made in half so that you can go and step into her heart. My heart happens too naturally, it happens just like the sun and the moon, it is always there, I feel lost forever, beyond masks, beyond inexplicable shapes, beyond numbers and words, being mine, to forever, like an eternal arm resting on my shoulder.
An oath outside the sound of the hot ocean, a bird's nest, too resistant to any devastating, fiery storms. Beyond disasters, I miss being missed, always asking unanswered questions: "How are you, mission of my life?" With letters of promise, faith of change and hot oil of thoughts, I have bandaged so many times, memories in the memory of lack of love.

"Why do you love me? / Because I don't"; "Because I love to love you instead, and that is courage and madness at the same time, an enormous sacrifice to maintain a universal balance despite any design performance, I undo any matrix in the face of the purely human ease of loving" the most beautiful revenge to embrace the world's most beautiful salvation born of our love in the blue fog and the burning of green.
Billions of hot statues in tender desires of love and compassion can be seen from space, of humanity that is not yet, lost and gained, let us love each other on the shore of a universe that belongs to us, let us embrace the blue planet in its cruel green that gives birth to ecstasy in the full life overflowing with reflections of light and brilliance of great souls.

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Let us love each other as long as the wave of life still asks us, what is with us here, what we are for the universe and what we want for ourselves, precisely because life and love have their questions…it's just us, beautiful barbarians holding a prayer and a curse in both hands to heaven, not knowing if we should be what we are...

We are mesmerized walking in the sleep of life by our transit in front of the bride Moon, we are wandering by the soul blizzards of the shooting stars that hit the earth lifting and pumping blood in our veins, we are scratched by heavy snow of bitter salt on cheeks reddened with joy and pain... we are an original status for a world always on the brink of extinction and in the capital transformation of resurrection, how can you not love such an atmosphere and the tragic beings belonging? Imagine the pain; Imagine the need for love.:heart:

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Don't forget that you live! Do you know that? How deep?
Something like: ".. Yes .. it seems that I live in spite of, for whom, looking for, crying, suffering, acting, losing, winning, philosophizing, always wrong, always misunderstood .... is life in all this, or is life in you?
You feel like screaming life in the most deafening cry? "I LIVE !!" Do it now. Dance and shout: "I exist !! and I want to feel this as an immense love for me shared above all, for all beings born and preserved as human !!"

I, a bunch of words in a spirit lost without you, shout as loud as I can: "I LOVE YOU !!" find me in the ray of the sun that we share, in the wind that unites us, feel me in the tectonic plates that brought us alive so far, cry with me in the hot rains in summer, stay with me in the most painful storms , talk to me and send me a gentle word when you look at the stars at night, feed with me tasting the water of the earth, smile honoring any living being of this wonderful territory, sigh in the pleasant smell of a flower, and shout with courage to a full moon: "We are all here !!":flower:

How much could this cost? Except for an ounce of pure love.

If I could find the right words to describe in detail the beautiful feelings I have for you, I would have told you since we were born. The best thing I can do is show them to you now.I love you so much! .. You are the best thing in our trillions of lives. You are the best poetry ever written, the most beautiful song composed, the most beautiful painting painted. I never thought I would be so lucky and I would have the opportunity to say that we are so innocent in the face of a love greater than anything.
I love you more than I love my life, every day more and it is the most beautiful feeling I have ever experienced, a whole humanity launched in a single attempt to embrace ... some will cry for happiness, others will die of emotion, I will melt forever. Because I believe in the ultimate price of your inner beauty, if you want to kill me, hug me first, if you want to hug me, don't forget that you won't forget me.

I come from a culture too old for any quantum, born from love for love, I am irretrievably just, I trained with death only to feel the sweetness of love in its full glory, loving it to death, living every sip of the thread of light just for me to live living at its natural level, an uplifting sedimentation of knowledge out of nowhere, impossible to render, for anyone valid...
"Just love ... you could easily say ... but what is love?"
"I'm right in front of you," try me, but forever.

We love the divinity with the most pagan and atheistic resignation, we contemplate the ocean that resembles us, we, small waves of absolute divinity, between billions of "he" and "she" together we keep alive that Eden of the return to the origin, we are called to start the world from two exponentially multiplied with time and space, at the edge of a wreck of worlds always under construction.
We are so temporary in our eternal love, and as the wave of life will never cease, so will the waves of the ocean; we will fall to our knees in the face of the mission effort to love ourselves, we will always try to cleanse in the ebb and flow of water time, abandoned on a shore of no one, loving us as we know best, living as the work of life imposes on us, dying always fossilizing love as a guarantee of a treasure to which we always return after the paper of the heart.:heart:

If you are wondering if by the time you finish what I wrote here, wherever you are in the world, knowing that I am as confused as you are in this clarity, a declaration of love in the honest promise of a single moment, is always a sight seen for the first time :) Don't worry, I will be the strangest pianist and I will leave the stage as soon as I know that you loved me for just a second, we are the perfect aliens in the most unknown universe for both of us, under the chandelier the same feeling. Where you come from and where you go, there I will be, as you are somewhere ... oh I found you.:flower:

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If you check your watch, yes this was the longest sip of tea, don't panic, don't arrive, don't rush to leave ... oh ... these mind speed races ... I already knew you ... that's fun..someone is at the door..stay for a while ... yes it was just the past, now I'm projecting our love in the square of the biggest meeting, between millions of souls in love. You can't tie a padlock to this, you can untie millions of padlocks, if you want, the audience of an entire ether available, wait.

Love every little thing in the right human being! Fill in the grid of life with everything that a human being could mean to you on this planet, imagine what it would be like for all people to mean a lot to you, succumb to the strongest energy of love, just to transmit it! Do this with pleasure! There are no regrets in this. Don't wait, revive love in the steepest knowledge, a beginning of truth from which life will not separate you, there are billions of ways to love and more in universes, pick up at least one.

Perfection is not to be discovered it is to be felt, you are endowed to feel the good side of pride to be grateful and happy, without limits in a constant admiration for everything you have to admit that it is beautiful. Be gentle to yourself and in love with everyone else. If you love the smile of awakening, the magic of touch, the warmth of your voice, the feeling of your eyes and every delicate moment you need, don't forget that we are all just like you.
As long as there is love:sun:
I will understand your reason for living, I will carry the weight of your oath of love that you set when you were born, I will carry it for you, until you want it back.
A declaration of love can change the whole future, in this meridian of the cosmos, when the leaf came off the branch of a tree you can not stick it back, so you must know that you can love in the place of others as much as the leaves is on this earth!:flower:

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The library of a single horizon of virtue lies in the most documented knowledge, we are "guilty" of love, of love born, of love raised, of love of life dying, loving us like porcelain trinkets in front of cannons of repressed technology.
I, therefore, unimportant, in the shadow of a surrender notice, have written only a tiny part of my future infinite statement; maybe too sophisticated or even playful in the face of these exceptional times, raising a white flag, started fiery and uncontrollable inspired by my return through a taxed sentimental act of recovery, I will always resort "tyrannically" to love first and then as to live.

A repeatable beautiful burden, the love within us, some sleepwalkers in the middle of the most unique feelings and desires for love in the universe, impossible to reproduce, impossible to fulfill, but so possible real, when possible is enough just to breathe, to so we could love unconventional at least.
When war destroys in pieces of death and ignorance, we should all love and move forward naked, as we were born, in the face of the fiercest cannon of disintegration, and that's only because WE KNOW that we will come back immediately for to restore love and life in all rights!:flower::heart:
- we will compose poems from the center of human origin and together we will know how to love ourselves better and more in this feast of loving, compassion and dedication, a feast of intellect and healing of the heart, a perpetual construction of LIVING.
From the "chair" of a lost civilization, holder of a naturalized human citizenship, from the encyclopedia "Love does not die", contemporary with a world "closed for inventory", in a satire of all my spirits, imagine a person of 1, 67 m tall, hitting a universal gong ... :) I couldn't do this without you, but that's my energy, take it, it is plenty from where I come from, from your truly human world, your love...:heart:

because darling, you're different!

'til death write-us apart, in full transfer-written-ology,

Anca.

Anka

10th April 2021, 01:57

We were all Inn-guide-honaut's
Inna Guide Hanout
I am a good store.

If we are all here, inn-formation, in the instinct of this solid nature, and assuming that we are all in the process of waiting, a state of vigilance in intimate connection (but not mechanical or spiritual) but sealed by the landing of an imminent moment in the continuous discovery of high acceptance with self-acceptance, we are the bride and groom in full oath event within us.

We need the sun to protect us and arrange our rebellious strands of mind in the wind, we are all valuable grounded astronauts with big hearts anchored in eclipses in beneficial influences on Earth, the sound in transit of myth will guide our holo-principles consciousness towards healing through exploration.

Through all the symbolic Runes of our actions and words, we live to experience cuneiform conclusions and ideographically accurate results of the messages we invest in the ether; we seem to be just exponentially invented graphical light codes, born from the secret of the fascination to hide it, promising on earth revelations of proportions, an enigma buried in the phonetic reading of this unknown matter, we being masters of what we lack and moving on with the decipherment of the most important essential information and semantic inscriptions impossible to equate.

We build here, loving as we walk, the most abstract recognizable symbol challenged for its validity of integration and we are the "enemies" of those who deny us the pluri-valence right of our inner traveling being, we being the highest comparison with knowledge, so we forget the color of chairs in the last location where we ate a burger, but we are by excellence spheres of force of the highest logically mastered meta principles, in fact a matter of art or the motto of the deepest beautiful cosmic drama.

Indeed the first feeling in this world is that "something is not right" that everything "sounds" foreign to our senses, a strange sensation that we experience in a familiar way, later, the main requirement that we accept and live in the configuration, of the imposing presence,
is to feel at home in the torrent of impressions, learning the mother tongue of this planet, building a set of interpretive experiences that we manage to confuse very badly, fulfilling and thus learning the first articulation of the world in which we begin to move, winning on the whole, a "familiarity" that we export as an epoch-making imprint of the longest duration of spirit, a spirit of ours always republished in an untranslatable treasure and hidden from the eyes of the cosmos.

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The essential purpose of the most visible hidden secret is an articulated modulation of the meaning of the world in which we live and to which we must contribute "constructively" inspirational, in a loving way.

It is a kind of inspiration expressed more meta-physically-forically than the whole all-encompassing of what we do not actually know and this determines a responsible fanatical good courage, and this articulation is more than a thought or a culture, it is a function; similar to a native language of the deepest carrier nature that belongs to us by right, a discipline overbought and still sought after.

"To articulate our presence with the space occupied by us" means here ".. not to think but to sow the seed of truth, not to understand according to the hermetic model 'or, more precisely, to configure a certain meaning:
(meaning for what? to "correlate" subjectivity to infinity on the line of a lost factory, projecting to the point of exhaustion in..."meanings"?)
The inner process the "dia-logic" one, allows us to move borders in full continuity, in millions of relationships between "viewer and worlds" simultaneously, we can not find something "own" by the act of moving at this ...speed, it is not time for a self-reflexive process, the act of knowledge reproduces itself, we are just brothers with the alienation of the "foreign one-non-knowledge" frontier, always in new horizons, leading this strange life experience (like a visa for outer space):heart:

The "motherhood" of the immediate reality and the discourses that explain it, but also the instances that produced these discourses and the way they were produced (We must be careful what we take), urges us to deepen and refine education, accuracy, complexity, refinement of excellence , the exercise in the angle of flight of the discipline of all disciplines, the need for performance in a distinct measure, the direct way of diversified mediation, allowing the precision of receptivity and accepting the environment of structuring the value attitude of understanding in the vicinity of knowledge,
an area allowed for anyone, subsumed statuary through the spiritual curriculum of each particle in us.

Let us never forget, that we are still, the house, the street, the unique, the universal, the hypothesis and the end, organic modelers, the affirmed presence, the cognitive spiritual endowment guided by the heart, we are the culture of the cosmos and the structure, we are before any writing a metro state -density in the temperature class of the most non-light explosion and no one will find our "substance".:happy dog:

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How can you look into the eyes of a whole generation of future children, knowing that you could not do everything possible for them to be born in a normal world, how can you say that you had all the courage and became a hero when you know that the world does not end with you and your deeds, and how can you send above the shadow of the earth and over time, the echo of your deeds knowing now that they are already in accordance with the conclusions of the future?
Doing the impossible? Is too little. Doing too little is impossible. How can you "articulate" the presence as a factor of influence completely and efficiently in the form of insurance in the projection, how much reserve of "batteries" is needed in this recipe?

Any natural language offers its speakers a language capable of describing any observation of the world, as well as a metalanguage meant to allow reflection on other languages. Certifying the intuition at a synthesized level of permanent rewriting of the reunion of this world, by way of auxiliary choice, in the unique register, through her own will of expression education. Do not make sounds for others, unless you want to sing your love for justice and natural attitude.
...And then I felt.
A memory, which I never recorded and to which I never had access. It was not a connection, it was not a meditation, it was not a vision, it was not a projection of emotion, only Clear.

As if you want to say more than simultaneously without vector order "you know what you have to do, do it".

Bring back that enhanced you. What is the most unprecedented surgical motivation that can serve your subconscious faster than the speed of thought?
Everything you have seen tasted, read, or felt can be chaotically beautifully organized in the form of "so it is" and= "so it goes" simultaneously.

-what has remained stable in life unharmed and indestructible over time?
Nothing you have ever wanted can satisfy you more than the formation of an idea; the idea has lasted all possible times, you can't kill it, you can't stop it you can't really infect it and you can't make it disappear that's why it's so present. No matter how many intelligence scenarios you could practice in any situation, an answer directly brings you the greatest wealth of consciousness, a loan in front behind and above any reality.

You don't need to have formulas and patterns, however, and when everyone sounds, if you excel in your secret that you are actually delusional, you have to laugh and say that you don't really have a recipe for it.:sun:

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When it is not about the reality that creates you, it means that it must be a much broader version that you contemplate without knowing, if you find useful the repercussions of such an enormous contemplation, you can become a sinking device, ingest, breathe, move, digest, disappear, transmute, calculate time, how far can you go when you are so close? Of course you can experiment in terms of each charge.:heart:

You just want to go aimlessly and without limit, without stopping and in full stationary, a force of freedom ready to shoot something you have already obtained, you will go completely out of the city of reality without knowing that you are in the center as well.
In the last stop, maybe you should count and make the last minutes count if you remember them fully, what was the strongest circumstantial effect that made you feel best in the last minutes or hours? If a gift is not earned on its own, we may deserve it.

You should not like the ideas of others, with the speed of God, you can share a short statement and still not reach a peace of mind, some ideas are a little too ambitious but achievable even without being equipped, it's just a chance. But the information in you is waiting ... bing..bang ... tic..tac..you are a culture bomb in "worldly" terms of "spirituality" don't try to defuse it, don't try to blow it up, try to blow it up endow, not by accumulation and by release.

An entire civilization can be found in the work of your senses, and you could not know that;
If creation is the fruit of metaphysical beauty and this teaches us to obey the virtue of the heart, then thinking is an act of the earthquake of life, it is the appreciation of the feeling of giving in favor; a fundamental myth of human culture that shows the inclination to regard love as a relentless force in full participation of consciousness, in love with love, and embraced to the point of forgetting and acceptance of the natural factor.

The portrait of our inner being is one that is in love with us, a happiness lived in two, in love integrated in the rhythms of universal harmony, a deep spiritual ecstasy and a look above and in the center of the world, an ode of inner plenary innocence, an impossible abstract, with possible in the act.
An attempt to transcend the human condition in the forbidden theme of genius, a challenge to find your partner in a separate entity by relentless laws, where their sacrifice exceeds any limit for a drop of low frequency in the face of truly human love.

We can humanize any god and we can perpetuate and "infinitize" any human being, when we say that "everything is possible"; it is necessary to give up and accept together "clandestinely" with the attempt.
What remains is the experience of inner information, an overwhelming passion for the masterpiece of life, the masculine and feminine of the universal bond for purity in the blue of cosmic infinity and the aspiration of a flower in the candor and nostalgia of our endless search.

:heart:, Anca

Anka

13th April 2021, 22:28

A star year long
(came to stay)

For the most part, this place is a place of "thoughts" (that's what my creative emotions say, not me), I'm not sure about the "evolution" of the title, but I'm aware of the increase in content volume.
For the most part, apart from being human, my passion can sometimes be called a theater of words in the artistic ontological depth fed in a perpetual ceremony of universal perspective.

Watching ghosts at night and running after the beauty of a sunset, the mornings are true glories and the atmosphere of my lyrics is not as expressionist as it can include.
I am not meant to be singular, although I was pushed a whole life in this direction, from where my outsourcing could grow, from where I was able to un-canonize de-compositional ether's.

I drew, completely and with an open soul, the enchantments of Nature and its Elemental interfaces, I dined with them, I laughed with them, I loved with them, I died again with them in fundamentally philosophical spells, I practiced the journey exploring the abysmal magic of the land human soul, and I have no way to get back from there, unless I stay ..:heart:

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I am tempted to explore such realms under my own signature, I do not need the trilogy of knowledge to be stubborn to be a simple woman, a sanctuary of enigma, a metaphor of the seed of life, an alchemy of the pleasure of existential light, a celestial sculpture in art like the blood of life, a motherhood of innocence and a millennium of lotus in four petals, I'm still trying to find her ... that woman I love with my own future. I love her, precisely because I haven't met her never, only in my dreams about the dreams, my Akarina, the grace in drama and the complete joy of the mysteries encountered and a constitution of my revealing optics. I miss the two big bright eyes, those eyes that made me go out to look for them, constantly.

I miss, to miss, as I have never been, a conception of revealing metaphor that would lead me in front of the Great Anonymous, to the gate of transcendental un-censorship, to love the unknown-logia through pragmatic condensed essence contemplation, to find the commandment in the subject of knowledge; to debut in axes of universal definitions, to turn meteorites that hit me into strong infusions of lyricism, to develop everything into an even greater mystery, a lucid paradisaical knowledge in the way of my expectations.

In my case, the mystery of the impenetrable, hidden in the depths of darkness, was a way of receiving with the intention of increasing, at night the good frequencies awaken the silence. I never limited myself to just greeting the outlines, I walked like a baby, born old in the victory of light, attracted by the indulgence and well-being of benevolence, I went forward.:heart:
I went forward in a year, independently here, in a future always as a generic beginning, far from the turmoil of the waters of this world and drowned, without my will, almost entirely in the existential pantomime until the refusal. And for that, in relation to all the common rules, I am at hand for everyone, a derogation detectable under my classic anonymity... so barefoot.

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My culture, of being a simple "thing" of rendering inner things, will be a creative re-emergence in opposition to the way of conceiving, I am an autonomous character in the discourse of eternity, declaring the possibility to the rank of anything. Ask me anything and I will perform the sacrilege of my own freedom to respond intuitively even outside the referral, even if I integrate into the fabric of the idea.
The metaphor of life between luxury and necessity transforms attention into expressive education and the joy of integrating it in the love of giving, suspending meanings and proclaiming others always in flow.

I am constantly ambushed, running between the oracle of this interwar pantheon of civilization, and my primitive soul of cosmological forest, so because I know how we all feel, I give in to the simple wave of love, offering it with any risk or value, what would be the difference in front of a concrete act of giving?

Fallen, into an eternity of the empty natural absurdity, we are all ambiguously revealed in the midst of the dance of angels, switches of light.
Because my childhood was always under the sign of the fabulous lack of words, returning to the mountain of connection in the middle between life (where I would have easily left) and death (from which I returned because I had to send a text message on the phone ), I started talking while learning in a kind of symmetry and harmony broken sometimes by the storms of creative emotion.

We, a functional mystery, with hearts planted from love for love, always mostly, hastened by the strange phenomenon of identity between past and present, depriving it of depths and meanings reducing it to the inevitable future as a future. Forgetting the future in order to enjoy everyday life at an unusual level, a Déjà vu, imbued with the validation of eternity in the presence of mystery, we must play our bizarre and unexpected role even for ourselves. A bet on our remembrance of us, a feeling of clarity in full awakening.
With an obligatory ironic smile, we are the possessors of the greatest innocence of consolation when we always ask ourselves "Is it possible to be true?"; In this world of strange familiarity, we confuse ourselves in the accidental phenomenon of "as if" of time, in -a stationary deviation viewed from a distance by the storms of our ego. Throw away all the clocks, and don't ask "Do you know what time is it?" ... I know. I've thrown them all away, now it's time for me to carry it time through Utopian homogeneously un- time; A functional comforting therapy that gives me the ropes, a refuge-warning of momentary re-balancing.

(A) metempsychosis of time recurring in infinity, very helpful, if you give it up, a bold bet, won, with the taste of the unusual; an avatar of the inherent irreversible, a passage through life, as an inherent consumption, an adaptation of the scene and the predestined divine project, a chance to.

We embody the citizenship to give birth to the contemplation of adding to the universe, a co-participation, revelation, teaching, we being precursors of the original mystery of being, one that cannot be overcome over "you", a "you" sufficiently incomplete, imperfect, partial, finally intuiting to submit to knowledge as a mystery, precisely to ensure the secret beyond you, you, destined to ensure its survival, and yet...

Hence the tragic but also the greatness of the human condition, because man's mission seems to live in the "horizon of mysteries", and to be given to the revelation achievable through the act of creation, or not.

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"Personally", I do not want to call spirituality the limit of adaptive imprisonment, nor as an instinct of defense, nor as that which assures us of the existence of immortality; in the ancestral womb, emergence is also too conventional, and on the astral background, spontaneous prophecy sacrifices the messenger;
I would say more to try to be just successful authors in understanding the world in cosmic perspective, intuition and suggestive expression of the absolute fund of humanity, the relationship of the human being in relation to the Nature of the universe, being just a myth of Solitude synthesized in the duty to share it with many souls.

A year of a star and a star of a year, will pass, only in turn, together simultaneously, with us here, also here, in a rhetoric committed virtually and inevitably motivated spiritually; in the belief of a story and the exponent of a teaching.

Beyond any speculation and outside any arbitrary circus displayed by others in the world, one thing is certain, that we have both errors (good and bad) "escaped" from the "rule" embodied in a record of the presumably virtual but authentic piece.

Beautiful, unique, Enveloping, enigmatic, semantic and shaping of the authentic soul aesthetic, combining the ancestral classic and the metaphysical avant-garde, in the mold and adaptogen of the limits of harmony, pushed on the edge of a enchanting love and complex sniffing of the happiness of the indigenous popular simplicity of living,
with the reflection of the image of the luxuries of universal sparkle, we humans apologize, by the mere presence.:heart:

Anca

Oleg Byonic - Equivocal Symptom (Forgotten) 8:57

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Anka

16th April 2021, 00:22

Endless Observations

As long as writing means everything about freedom, I feel equipped to spend my days in this little detail, in which my philosophies don't matter, only life.

Apparently life can keep gravity down the stairs, which is fun especially when in full condescension we actually get up by falling, but we must not forget that we maybe carry in us, we humans, the most radical and beautiful notion, impossible to eradicate , impossible to find, an avalanche of half-printed dreams, a safe of secrets delivered in an expansive plan, an apology for the beginning in the setting of the simplest and most beautiful expectation.

Why can't we remain closed in on ourselves and why do we always have to outsource? Why do we go by expression and by form of manifestation, trying to empty ourselves of contents that sometimes do not even belong to us, and to systematize a chaotic and rebellious process inside and outside us, not knowing in the end what is happening between all these realities?

What would it be like to have an inner intensity so rich in all our fluidity of light, in all the boiling of inner growth, to be so intense that in less than a second we can fertilize that abandonment, by dilated absorption to fullness?

There would be no time even for a last objectification, everything would merge in multiple extra-rich experiences in the fullest sensation of spiritual actuality, an effervescence and an extreme intimate spiritual voluptuousness, in waves of auditory visionary paroxysm born of complexity infinite soul contents.

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I think that this feeling of fulfillment (completely out of pride) is one governed by an internal tense intensity so rare that you can't even shout so richly, and apart from the need for explanation, a tension so boundless that in the fullness of life you can "die' because of her.
Maybe, in the absence of any explanation, we can "die" because of life, a feeling at least analogous, apart from the sense of looking and finding explanations, in the face of the moment it doesn't matter anymore, and if you can find an explanation, what would be the difference, when everything (you)- is a single moment of infinity accompanied by, the presence of the update of closed experiences in a rhythm that loses its balance and uniformity if we are not careful.

I can say that I had an intense life for my expectations, like everyone else, but that is not important. When I wanted to give it up, life caught me at its peak, at the peak of fleeting happiness, but well imprinted in the place of the soul, so that the "torturous obsession with the desire for death" became an endless experience in the environmental cataclysm born of the spark of life in perpetuation of contemplation.
So if you somehow have a moment of uncertainty in the present, then the future is something very fleeting, indeed "something unimaginable"; if you give birth to love and hope in the presentiment of an end or a abandonment, you will be caught up in the endless experience of enduring the consequences.
Objectification in a world in which we are, must always be at a higher rank than that of evil, otherwise it will become a serious danger for each of us, the repercussions are felt every second.

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Maybe we can't really master an energy with a tendency to "explode", except inside, no matter how overflowing we may be in the external argument sometimes, the collapse always results in a full collision in which we conclude that it is difficult to live with what we produce and no confession can save, no longer, the moment already recorded.We are called to live among ourselves as brothers, humanity needs love to the last man.

The experience of fatigue and anxiety becomes a terrible way of conduct in meeting the path of life and the end of finish, it is "ruined" in consciousness and one's own being that always and constantly demands expression and manifestation.
A start to dispel subjectivity and compress objectivity in the concentrated benefit of remaining closed in us, or to overflow, two extremes that lose their relevance immediately after consumption, just like what I write here, in fact,"me", being basically just a human being, as such.

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"To be" as intense as possible in the interior, as deep and concentrated as possible in many good ways, makes the external orientation more central and of a more natural Nature, a state, substantially different and individual in the constructive sense in the universal plane,
in the original inaccessible essential, synthesized, unique and specific role of the authorization between the "projection" area and the "erasure" area.

"To be" observes the resources of the most peripheral phenomenon of an extended inferior complexity, and without comprehension, a kind of inconsistent spiritual freshness in the qualitative interpretation of the remarkable inner depth, sometimes produced only in capital moments, or outside our decision, it is not easy.
I am here to follow your fantasies, to understand everything, we are all here, I am delighted to know you, the foreign nature of a dreamer, seven mirrors and four bridges, my star records me, in the dimension in which the odyssey of life is a process outside the term judgment, we seem to be here in connection with defending this, outside the explanatory context.
A kind of necessary and beautiful risk presented in the backyard, enough versatile that we do not have enough imagination to perform it.

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Our life, an exercise in full conquest of retreat, an empire ready to be built by dissolving at the end of good work, a subtle playful and beautiful art in the greatest diversion of force majeure that we must distribute contemplatively, concentrated and relaxed more importantly with a child-like soul.:inlove:
Life.
A seed of inception formulated in every right, a disguise in realms and shores in unlimited limits, a chemistry in unstable fields unknown (a good place to start:)); all that is best in us when we wake up and say, "Let's see what we can do ..."

"To be," the instinct of the universe when we say, "Do we really have to dream every night?" a totem of experiments and workshop, explaining the labyrinth of infinity, still creating the map of evacuation from the universe, an elegant and fashionable contribution, but not necessary.

How could we understand, when all we feel is only half, a youth that happens to us accidentally, a journey at full speed through what remained until a too frugal old age in an adventure in which we fail to completely recreate...everything.
Our strangeness, so well known...endless ...

Dare to train alone, alone and safe. There is no place for time in this "subject"; please do not delay, in honor of the arrangement, you can completely recreate and do not forget:
1.(T) this is the "crime scene": in which we update the whole past and attack like a torrent the present in an intimate background of the being that reaches the paroxysm reserved for "this"- relevant enough to find the essential splendor, in an energy agitation to find deep resources (being the most worthy "prisoners" of the feeling of love for life), however, we try with the means of thinking too poor, for a subjectivity that worries us like a whirlwind, and for relativity that hides the transport, but you can "think" humanity in the purest worth.
2…. sleep can carry a lot and the dream is real.:bearhug:

A family of bees of about 60,000 inside a hive, far exceeds the reliability of our social organization, despite the intelligence we attribute to ourselves, always so free; Wisdom, patience, hard work, organization with mathematical precision, communication, they are fascinating as a source of inspiration; you can't help but love humanity if you love freedom. I'm just saying ... be a bee...I just finished my ice cream:) and...

...stay free!:inlove:

Koan - Orpheus And Eurydice(8:16)

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Anka

18th April 2021, 00:19

Solar carbon natures

Under the indigo of a world passing in the absence of time, I declare the future open.:flower:

I love this good, gentle, humane people, on whose back (through no fault of their own), without diplomacy, evil begins to build maps of the world painted in unthinkable domination's.
I love this people of loving living beings, and creators of unforgettable smiles, who unwittingly serve the ice palaces of a world that will become too heavy for our shoulders.

Between seeing an icon and being able to grasp its meaning, we need the equivalent of a skill, I am not a follower of classifications, but decisions that have fallen on the balance of our human civilization (never always incomplete) quantify our role now, to a point of modular inflection of decision, in which we will have to learn to "grow Everywhere" through what we feel and do, not through what we say.
In a dizzying speed, in a world in a hurry to nowhere, we will have to ask for a "patent of immortality" for any good deed.
I respect the lighthouse, I am human and I know what it means to be well guided, an investment in the spirit of well-being harnessed to the club of the soul, it is always a chance to match the future.
What I wish you, sweet being, my country of spiritual glories, my birthplace of longing to be born, you...strong arms and bright eyes , the weapon of strength in the crystal of the soul in the background of your secret past, i wish you a great future!

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Maybe the story of human nature and its course is the most beautiful part of all the hustle and bustle, maybe the stories woke us up and the stories put us to sleep, we wake up telling a story and we fall asleep like innocent children in the middle of it.
In building the universe, the blue sky in the water of life, and the green of nature in the bosom of the earth, have worked forever and still have patience.

The earth bore fruit; and we were born lilies in the perfume of the first moment of life, we did not have to fight with life, we just put the sails in the wind, and we raised our sails in the direction in which our spirit pushed us.
The earthly space, in the idea of pure, just pure life, should be our growth, our nation, an idea of immeasurable force in the face of "human becoming", for our healthy intellectual growth, for our deeply collective individual spiritual becoming, is a essential idea '. We must have a clear idea that we will not forget our pro- "mission" given its duration and continuity, we constantly adapting to everything that is transient and trying to save history in a mythical-altruistic light.

Let's take as an ally the freedom of expression, without any restrictions, projecting time and space without dressing in forms, in favor of expansion as a fixed star in a universal work, under the proof of a whole sky of participation in genius algorithms, always in favor of the good.

If we listen to our call to "listen" becoming, in its potency, will find its full magical value in consecrating our awakening. Usually, forgetting makes this more bearable for our vulnerable allure, it is the dream of a shadow and the shadow of a dream, and it belongs to us by right, so we must gain it by losing it, with a purely authentic nonchalance that characterizes us, we, we always have something to gain, and not necessarily "in pain".

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I would have liked to absorb the history of literature, religions, astronomy, philosophy, physics, ethno-psychology, geopolitics, to do metaphysics and journalism at the same time, and it all took too little time to cover a fairly virtual choice, when life pushed me to the fine arts and I found engineering as a revolution of "personal development", actually wanting to reach architecture feeling fully the top and base of society, being now just a simple being.

And from all of them I chose life, I chose such sublime romantic universal harmony, in a relative world, hidden in words with longing for the soul, dedicated to public style documentation, a world adopted by shooting stars on a land too old not to recognize us.:bearhug:

We always return to the solar hearth of humanity, because its poetry has never aged, in a world of learning not accidental, your sons and my sons should be united for the inseparability of the earthly territory that has preserved our eternity until now.
To exist does not always mean to suffer, life is an antithesis in full force, the truth seems to be cruel especially when we try to master it, and when we seek it, he finds us instead, so we must look with some indulgence incandescence to our comic opponent, who sacrifices life to his own detriment.

You can only reap from a land what was sown in it, in the seeds of childhood, we are the result of the culture of very ancient times, a scholarship in a report on the future and an indelible confession of love for a world of once upon a time.
Unconditional love is not a refuge to absolve us of all efforts, it is not something organized by parables, commandments or vows, is not a supreme manifesto of emotional order, it is not a treatise on cognitive therapy, not an unfulfilled training and no predisposition to idealization.
We can no longer fix the errors of history already proclaimed, with a single caress.

It is at least a probability to reflect the coordinates of assuming the recognition of a graduation certificate and a culmination of the joy of understanding what we are in front of any situation.

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The units of time between two culminations of the soul, carry within us our ability to understand the sun's rays of awakening bring the atomic clock of our existence and human conduct at full capacity we are not used to carry, but we must be strong,
-a centenary of rectification of the past, always borrows the future in advance, in this second of that already spent "now", and contemplating "at this" we always wonder how many people are included in a single version of being, at how many drops of dew, it enters at a glance, to billions of stars, one morning at sunset. For all the lives lost in this unseen war, I will always say, the stars are healed by humans.

Our civil time here, inside the spherical firmament of galaxies of freedom and the ecliptic point of transcendental interference, can coordinate our infinite series of events in this random dream of the world, we cannot be teachers as long as we are destined to learn, therefore the veracity of a truth Definitely, but not triumphantly, it can lead us out of the wild genius and especially out of our creation too arbitrary to truly juggle subjectivity in a relative area.

If the oak has a warm heart and a very cold mind that does not lie, then Nature is in all of us, a design destined to touch our "Achilles' heel" in the most vulnerable states, to preserve the indestructible force that actually belongs to us.
If you love what created you, recite the culture and education to defend and develop it, as you know best. Please try.

Between mono-valence under the cohesion of many connections, we will always love the warmth of the sun in the devotion of the hot plasma that warms our heart, and the Earth Mother bandaging our wounds with the coolness of the moon, the devotion to the administration of life, teaches us among others,
-that we must leave some good inheritance to our descendants, otherwise it is possible that everything was in vain, in fact, apparently, a testimony of the whole history.

Being,
Anca.

Anka

19th April 2021, 18:09

Guaranteed 100%
(prepared as such, born for an equally impressive quest)

I'm amazed to be here on this piece of the planet.

No, it is not common and “common” at all, that's why the beginning of every existence in every second strikes me with a rather simplistic philosophy every time.Personally, I don't think there is an occupation more mysterious than existence, so illusory, so beautiful, at every step we can ask ourselves "what did we mean? When we felt ...""What am I talking about when I come into this world? And why?" "Why existence? And not something else?".

Maybe all the questions I've been looking for, start with "We don't", precisely because everything is actually very strange.While others build the world, others tear it down, and we age without counting the end of an earthly life and the beginning.
The thought that "I will not return here" is a thesis, too oppressive and useless, we live circularity as a regularity, we are professionals of everything that can be possible, why would I deny something if I can not accept in the first place? the pressure of responsibility in each decision capitalizes us but also conditions the spectrum defined and named as freedom.

Pressure...it should be a superior quality in relating certain interests, especially in building relationships with people, generally dry relationships does not revitalize the genius of existence and when we think we are on the other side of the barrier, feeling completely alone, looking at back, we can see the immensity of freedom that belongs to us, and then "why the barrier?" when you can pick it up //
Singularity with a single direction, is not a collaboration with ourselves, and not even an excuse for the present or even memories with a certain comic meaning.
I think in terms of tolerance we all always take steps forward, and I think we can often sweeten our gaze, who knows, maybe even in the face of an inevitable cataclysm, we might be able to smile.:)

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I believe that in the depths of the human soul, there is not really the desire to dominate the other, but actually only the desire to be loved and understood, so the definition "They are soulless" knocks at the gates of a "bone and old" truth already".
On the psychoanalytic couch of human society, human beings are indeed subject to ever-increasing demands, perhaps as they have never been subjected to hundreds of thousands of years, in this part of the truth, when we are exposed to such a vulnerability, all we need is help and love and understanding.
Under the banner of change and under the magnifying glass of modernity, we always experience the need to adapt and we are forced or not, in the exercise of discernment in which we must learn to swim for the first time in a completely new style, always. Adaptability and change is not a pill of happiness, and the satisfaction of knowing that gives us hope for a good start for anything.:star:

The need or habit of feeling happy is a terrible thing to bear, flying carpets over reality can create a crushing addiction, the feelings of living and experimenting are different readings, but access to that core of ours... so hidden and intimate is truly an element of happiness.
In a society full of batteries and remote-controlled toy cars, we are conditioned by piloting the procedure.

When we enter our own freedom and dress the freedom when we leave the house, from a cosmopolitan point of view, we could be satisfied if we knew how to take advantage of it beautifully, but we are created from a certain restlessness and we engage in it...always with all the repercussions. It is not sad or unfair it is at least inexplicable.

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As for me, my melancholy in this systematically individualized but uncommon "societal totalitarianism" is almost painful in elements of inexplicable chemistry, and I have thought quite a lot about all this... imagining of pain in general, it seems to me quite unnecessary in the conditions in which the human soul has always given birth to the basis of that will- to always help, a great will almost as a necessity to care for and heal someone who is close to you in this great soul of humanity. I don't need a psychological analysis to know that I come from this great human family.

The good and natural madness was born in our inner space, the only tribune from which the freedom of the spirit is still cried out, where the instrument of the brain cannot secrete the enticing danger, a colossal wisdom that can benefit from everything we offer it, a meditation file secret of the heart symbolically industrialized in the quality of love.

Personally, as an individual, I feel good, with all the nonchalance of falling like a wounded soldier on the street corner, pierced by the arrows of the system, it is my assumption that it is worth the opportunity.
But I would like to be part of a society that feels better, meaning my solidarity with the people around me is optimal as long as I can help with something. With all modesty, I had the opportunity and I can say it, I managed to help people around me, to start loving life at a fairly late world age, but I never wanted to attach a label to me and my spiritual tissue; but offering myself in exchange for the profession, I gained humanity everywhere, an obvious cost in all the financial and career failures almost intentionally bombarded by me. If I want to hug someone, I just do it (there have been cases when people got scared) I'm too "sticky", for people's loneliness and habit.

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I have never handcuffed myself to any job, precisely because I am still in the midst of experiencing life, a test that I still try until the last second of life. It seems a rhetoric but for me, being still young at a beautiful old age, I am brought back to life through laborious tiny achievements, a breath of will is always around me, that's why I always say "that I have died so many times", a kind of renewal, knowing that I am mortal simultaneously with the stubbornness to consider immortality as a basic recipe of life, in the sense that "I still have time" to do what I want and what I like.:)

If illusion were an illusion and reality a reality, then the only way out of any condition would be to find the miracle between them. I know we are too young to become a masterful piece, but still, talent is not something mechanical in the beauty of living.

The endurance of the soul in the face of death and life is an open book, why do we always draw a single playing card from the pile of lucky cards, and why do we have to put it back in place for someone to guess our thoughts? Why don't we want to draw the playing card, already knowing which playing card we have chosen and keep it for ourselves? Where does the role of a divine right come from, even if words are just words, yet what does a single story help us with?

Between ability and destiny, how much have we all managed to do our homework? I definitely have a lot of work to do.Where is our personal notebook of studies and experiences, the notebook with notes and magical impressions and tricks, the existence diary?
What else can save us today,* under the urge of a sword stuck in the stone, we already proving the right of feasibility of a reality led by us, * if we always forget that the sword of life belongs to the rightful owner ?!

If you know me, but you have never met me anywhere, look directly into my eyes, do not look elsewhere until you understand my love.We both do not have supernatural powers, but we can guess a critical diversion in the face of an important moment; we do not need the greatest minds to see that something is wrong around us; and we won't be able to magically disappear, but we can make a plan, along with the skills at hand, and that would be a pleasant surprise, right?

"Lost in translation" and deeply struck by the experience of life, like you,

Anca

Anka

19th April 2021, 18:41

The watch of an amnesia
(How can I help?)

In a revolution of time, a spiritual planetary republic, lives an adventure of relaunch.
We, the people behind the barricades, still resist in a present too long for the reference of a possible future, we need ourselves to complete our tasks and we are ready to challenge the questions, not to harass them as suggested, to raise the questions above the walls, not to build walls with them, we cannot provoke the answer simultaneously, if we do not raise the question to the rank of the highest wall. Usually, cynicism should result in a major goodwill to admit all possibilities, and if the tricks are not magical enough, we will have to build some suitable ones to stop this waiting hunt.

The unseen spectacle of unleashing the good senses, in the good life that many of us carry, should chain the traveler, in the contour and the image place of rest for inspiration and help. In a process of photographing the social spectacle, we become our inner ambassadors in the process of creating our own reflection and the impulse to endure.
We record ciphers, and inscriptions seriously engraved in an ever-changing paradox, a food for the senses, a recipe for matter, a world that easily provides us with consistent capital for thought and resource exploitation. An intense, shocking challenge that can push us to the edge of an abyss or can elevate us, in solutions of frequent doses of happiness or unhappiness; we are what we live, we experience what we do, and the transmigration of realities is practiced in incomplete complex myths and too deep for multiple complementary perspectives.

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We have learned history by heart and have easily treated myths as a miscellaneous fact, and the pages of an unseen journal have left their own stamp, fragments of existence in an illusion of eternity, and teachings that have cut the actuality of a glorious past, resounds in secret without interpretation until today.
We live as in the first seconds, as correspondents of time, we are the couriers of our own annotations, we always have a small dictionary of imaginative vision, an alphabet of our meanings, and sometimes we forget to use it in the sweet delight of a sunrise, we get lost in the ecstasy of a fruit forgotten by the gods at departure, and we taste out of curiosity, from mountain decorations of acorns that have encapsulated time.

We become, every hour, the messengers of the past, in the temple of this life, like happy children, sometimes we find the most suitable words for the biggest mistakes, and in the absence of truth we discover our biography in nature to be pushed towards the biggest mistakes to which we can no longer find words.

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A paradise out of nowhere appeared through this life, we conceive the intention to paint the world in the beat of a single pulse, a single start of life, in this maternity that stamps our evolution at the cost of procedural vice, between the two poles of time, it brings us the sound in the innovation dose of a repetitive circuit, and projects us a varied spectrum of expressive chromatic effects, through a specific dose of innovation that brought us here.

We each appear as geometric figures with beautiful eyes and fluffy hair, on the portable clipboard of the pigmentation of thoughts, like a watch in full pact pilgrimage with the mirror of parallel universes, in a style of elegant earthly inventiveness that conforms us and it seems that learning is our only fuel...
I, for myself, in the form of my little wonders, in the land of uninterrupted thoughts and in the aesthetic enthusiasm of discovery, feel in the ghostly world of writing as an instrument in full freedom, in an intimacy and full confidence of the soul when everyone knows what it's like to ask yourself... "What if?"

Drawing the full word in the pores of a blank white sheet, it's my corner of the horizon that reveals my secret in the light of a life tattoo that I won't know how to write, but my "hieroglyphs" are part of my being and this ensures me a peace that I want to transfer, even if it doesn't help at all, in the broad outlines of humanity's need for more comfort and love. I wish I could do more to help.

It wouldn't help at all to cry for all the things that have happened and the ones that haven't happened yet, it wouldn't help if I immersed myself in the glass of too much hope for a simple human being like me, it wouldn't help if I always walked to 22 degrees of inclination temperature around the earth, would not help, nor be in love with the central positive ions of life, nor would it help to postpone empty falls in a game of jogging giving up, it wouldn't help to have an excellent memory, only if I could predict the next day.

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I talked to myself in the amnesia in which I woke up, but I only managed to wipe the dust off the scars who still hurt me badly, I always find myself in some old boxes that I try to fit in too a too small future draft. Do I need a more capacious future that includes the stubbornness of my disobedient genius? I can give up all the memorabilia gathered except for the memory strips of writing, and yet, how would this actually help humanity?

I feel like a citizen of this indissoluble air, of the actual presence of the world, like an old neighborhood, untouched by the systematization of society, protected from the eyes of evil, and yet, how could I give advice? What do I know about the world? How could I recover this "Romanian Moon day presence" for the benefit of my beloved citizens? In the light of what energies can I begin a century of total integration into help, what kind of writer could I be if I did not get up from my chair, roll up my sleeves and help the first man in need?

I need an X-ray spectrometer of the soul to reconstruct the "initial text", I need the second morning in the same morning to find the components under the magnifying glass of this test in many miniatures of small living dimensions, I can occupy my space, even if I am the prisoner of an unconscious parenthesis, I could recognize a step above the same profile, and yet, with what could this help?

In the stages of the physiological-effective flow, I could abstract from one or two senses having them all lit up, I could occur with a lot of substance in the middle of actuality, I would have no doubt about the enormous moral norm, in the meantime the world is filled with opinions drawn from so many shortcomings, what could I do alone to fill the capacity for risk with their own desires and hopes?
But I am guilty of recognizing the possible, the requirements are not always in the first podium place and the expectations frame their perfection ever, a natural dilution more and more concentrated in the scheme of fighting with the fight outside of it, an innocent and efficient luxury.

Time will rest silently over the reset, like any event in the world born before him.
Nothing is to be touched and everything is possible, if it would help to be silent for a moment, then instead I would point with my index finger, over time, there, in the distance, where the ocean is, the horizon of the universe connected to the blue sky in the sleepy sun, as he takes a sip of water from my glass, and I would say without words: "There is the sky, the universe and the creative ocean, and they are all unlimited".

See? We are alive!:heart:

EFO

5th May 2021, 18:41

Someone once told me that I made intuitive movements for my plants in the garden and to improve the quality of the soil.Thinking of that I figure it out that everything is based on laws,rules,regulations,procedures,rituals,programs,predictabilites or whatever one would named them.Well,these are what bound us of matrix.

Once these laws,rules,regulations,procedures,rituals,programs are broken by an individual,he became a “virus” in that system which is connected to matrix creating a chain reaction.A virus,is “blocking” the system (compared with a software) and the matrix start to behave strangely (compared with an operating system) and making malfunctioning the “machine”.

Since there is no software for new types of “viruses”,they simply act as they supposed to act,breaking more and more the OS until the machine no longer works until it dies.No matter how much “someone” want to “resuscitate” the machine,the virus made his “job” learning more and adapting to the new “environment”.

“Virus” ‘s code can’t be written,therefor can’t be destroyed.The “virus” is not affirming or denying anything,he simply IS and not acting by logic and reason wandering free in a crashed matrix waiting an other opportunity (matrix).He IS not bonded by any dogmas,prejudices,constrains,conditionalities, doubts,uncertainties or whatever one want to named them.

Should I say that “somebody” doesn’t require to analyze,but do the math … :) Just think with your own brain not with/through other ones.Do not know thyself,but REMEMBER you.

O Donna

9th May 2021, 19:17

EFO

10th May 2021, 10:19

Once these laws,rules,regulations,procedures,rituals,programs are broken by an individual,he became a “virus” in that system which is connected to matrix creating a chain reaction.

And yet a virus has it's role in the matrix just as the matrix has its role respective to the virus.

What point would "laws,rules,regulations,procedures,rituals,programs" serve if there wasn't a potential virus/ wrench entering said environment?

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"Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world

It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world

There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind you

So glad we've almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world

I can't stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you'll never never never never need it
One headline why believe it?
Everybody wants to rule the world
All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts for ever
Everybody wants to rule the world"

Tears For Fears - Everybody Wants To Rule The World (Official Music Video)
(4:50 min.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGCdLKXNF3w

O Donna

10th May 2021, 16:50

'Everybody' is a trap I set for myself.

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EFO

17th May 2021, 01:13

Living in a polarized world

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and the result

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:)

It's a game of fun,if you choose sides.

Wind

17th May 2021, 02:08

It's a game of fun,if you choose sides.

Sometimes you really have no choice and the side chooses you.

Anka

2nd June 2021, 02:07

Sentiment... no. -one (?)
(When you will be in the future, be younger "than you were now", I just write, and this is a future right here; I take life as an adult to survive as a child, I try my best, I am closer any=way than I was ...yes-ter-day)
If we were co-senti-mental animals, then what is the p.o.-int. of thin-king?Strange way of thinking about not thinking, in the adrenaline of an attractor in the metro-tax-maze-world, when the search betrays the warmth of our heart, in the snowy soul tropical sphere, the oceans catch fire from the spark of hand-life-writing-transmutations and Lexi-permutations, without words.
It's raining outside by writing in.

The magical miracle of a unique feeling was written with pages of the universe, yesterday, and today it will be read in the tacit construction of every present moment of the future.
Without ceasing, it seems that as we advance in the sphere of soul attributions, we become a mystery of happiness in a paradise of fulfillment and wisdom.
The aroma of life is warm and writes every breath we give just to capture the wave of happiness.
The paradise of the wise being is written in us, we reproduce the magic of the most enchanted 19 layer, we give a small Twice-something generating the stability of the brightest rays of the out-sun inside our being.

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The elements of ONE are planted in the human being in an infinite measure and capacity, the power of ONE from the depths of being, follows its path, fulfills its purpose, watches with eyes awakening and saving souls, cherishing the important moments of life, when it, that power is set to recognize the priceless price of the very "un-spark of be-life".

ALL ARE ONE, when "it is", "is it" only one measure; per-man-(h)ence knows everything.

Pleasant emotions from the depths of good-god alter imbue memories, insert "electric multi-sense-flow absorption pictures" in human energies watching how fantastic the human essence's are in the endless mix.We just need to know how to trans-process them.
The magical act of planting light around us is the happiness of executing the truth at the meeting level in high degrees of pure hyper-focus-consciousness as heart occupational therapy.But is hard, i know...if "we are undercover, and we are hunted by criminals" then our story is the remix on the string of pure truth and we can look further and above than what is close to our soul.

A kind of hypo-mechanism quantifies and amplifies a questionnaire of atoms in free circulation, the energies circulate, with dizzying speeds in "prepared menus" and we, in the lust for life, serve them for free...
Intrinsic education makes the ego arena grow in proportion to the unknown, in a rain of fortune cookies, we are lost and found at the same time.
If you know you've been "you" for a long time, stay the same, just guide the course, and if you crash, know it wasn't an accident; it's just your way of learning.Again.

Time, in the freedom-hour of the soul, becomes the way, The way, in the majestic sphere of light is the Essence of all that we possess.And we are still in the "we" spike line.
We, The path-hour in life-guide-light style- hu-man's, are the most complete species of self-construction, perfection lies in the truth of recognizing the un-recognizable . We do not need to know anything, it is simply easy to accomplish very hard everything, especially when we know that we know everything in this great nothing. The glory of the human soul lies in the fact that we can make more stable connections than the universe itself.

WE, the people, can give Light, Love, Harmony, Peace, in the most secret and hidden Peace pact of friendly souls and there is no recipe for this; no one can search in atoms and cells, pages of books written in other worlds, regardless of sacrifices, the target to find-"out" is very point-use-less.
Love is already placed in the depths of our soul, we just have to let it go, the hope for good terra-forms it, in terms of rewriting the fu-ture, pre-sent and pa-st.
You, who read here, can be a true magician of time and the universe, and you could not even know that:)

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Each of us has a throne of energy from which we can create, The Seed of Truth always bears fruit in the most fertile con-sci-ous-ness, its fruit in our being ends and simultaneously begins a rediscovery, always following the feeling of well-being and the path of thousands of live-S in a single heart.
"Show me" by proving to You, what you have learned in the last months of awakening, rewrite the past, write the present, appreciate the future, recognize how long happiness can last if you sincerely acknowledge everything, if you declare everything with sincerity as you have never done before.:heart:

Live love in the whole life on the planet, to live such a feeling of the whole pure planetary being, it could means to very die, to uniform and second the whole known and unknown universe, can be, but, a kind of pure com-fort.
Because it is so intense, because it is so beautiful, an energy that you can feel in every pore as in the end of life and the beginning of life in every thousandth of a second, it is worth at least one try-ing.

We need a kind of freedom that we do not know but we wave, we ne-ed-(caution) to give EVERY-THING we have and even more than we can wave, all our reliability, all our creation.For free.A sweet escape.
Do we know how long happiness lasts? We can't even imagine, not how long it lasts, but HOW happiness lasts..if we ever succeed...to "nothing can stop us now" we are the "the world"...in this golden dust...

The magnitude is executed in the simultaneous loss and gain of the spark in you, we are smiling sea lighthouses, our pure smile, of human beings, calls, urges to peaceful waves of humanity, a whole humanity from the whole universe is waiting for this smile of ours...the light's in the sky...and the good fire inside us ...the dreams we have, the love we share, this is what we are waiting for :heart:

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In how many magical worlds and realms have you written your love? We don't need generals..You are all the heroes without knowing inside out the lucky number-life-on your way home... not knowing how to proceed, in fact you always choose the best option, precisely because whatever option you choose is the right one!:heart:
The balance burns each choice in the center of a one balance, as a gift that we will cherish in the end.
Look deep into the eye of the soul and around you, strengthen your eternity by day, every day, but do not forget who you are every night.

We are always, as we know ourselves, human - eternal and personal in the prerogative of the soul as a gift hidden and exposed with every teaching, with every step, with every collide- breath.
Permanence will reveal to us the creation of perfection, which, now, we need more than ever.:ninja:
Hold the no-sleep-book in your hands, read awake, discover time-line, feel already dreaming, create loving the feeling, the essence teaches you to be human.
When you meet yourself, speak to yourself with your words, from where you come from, look into your eyes, and live to the full the feeling of One, love the creature of your appearance here, giving-save- it, but out of auto-nomous cycle-all , to the life around many of you, discover the living essence's, as an ideal or as one right but also as a responsibility.

BRING LIFE and sentry-learn-mode to write it, when you communicate, do it with care and compassion, carry with care the suffering of people in your soul before you speak to them, leave the ego(if you "charge-can") feel the ceiling-tears on your white cheeks before you bring the greatest happiness to the people around you.

Go through what comes from your meeting with you. Imagine your day! Imagine your humanity.
Apart from that day, make it count in exaltation and spiritual beauty beyond death and life. Never temper anything unless you know exactly what it is.
Beyond the earth, it is you, the living being, you are the ideal that Mother Planet cherishes, you must not see this, just run somewhere in the depths of Nature and feel how much she loves you and accepts this planet.
Feel completely absorbed in the sound of your soul, and frequency becomes a single act, a single event, and a single feeling that no one can execute unless human nature is in perfect working order.
The earth writes, the universe reads, you learn. You write, the earth helps you and the universe propels you... live an eternity in every help you receive by give in it.
Accept acceptance, which accepts you, why wouldn't you accept the acceptable unknown, insofar as your soul can already recognize it?
I choose the earth from billions of elements when the air chooses me.
Please call me human, but it's not my nature, that's why, I am.
Bound to be, reporting age,:sun:
Anca here, in black and white.

Anka

3rd June 2021, 02:05

"Born of two hearts to carry four souls"

A print for this life, to write about the "magic of a diary," I could not write about five steps to using avocado, only if needed.

When indulgence chooses me, of all the human races on earth, I choose them all.
Here, where the gods tread, people have long since made their way, welcoming them.
The aspects of the soul are more multiple than the breaths counted per minute, as well as the inspiration, it is deadly, extraordinary and unrecognized and so clumsy that you have to use all the hands of matter to be able to hold its weight and scale.
To recognize in parallel bi-meanings of particularity and specificity of what is common, including diversified and inherent, gives us the certificate of guardians in defining in the developed multilateralism of our space with the cosmos in our soul.
The map of crossing is a cosmological naval interrelation of experiences intertwined with the essence, "to conquer space" can mean to give with the eyes of the soul the cosmos in us, it is an honest and obligatory exchange.

I allow myself to share my thoughts, and I will always thank you, for this space offered, I am a kind of "book" or "menu" that is part of the human being who draws this appearance.

I invite myself to a generous portion of thoughts and feelings: I look through my eyes at the computer screen at the table, I take a deep breath, I try to keep calm, every second my heart beats harder and my hands start to tremble, I look out the window (a vanilla green wall bordered by blue flowers), small and playful lights fill my eyes and emotions invade my mind and body… I will be ... the surest confirmation of a small miracle that I will never be able to explain . I carry it with me. I wear the coat of the Inexplicable to a high limit, too difficult to express and ridiculously simple to feel.
Yes, definitely, the future is the happiest moment of my life so far! But dedicate "this happiness" to the present moment!

In addition to the wonderful moments of happiness, there were also sleepless nights due to thoughts, thousands of questions and fears of learning. But I always prayed and thought it was my miracle that I happened to exist here, and that it had nothing to happen. And so it was!
Unless I'm completely incomprehensible, how could I describe the "indefinite" with something "defined"? Can anyone teach me?

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Life is more beautiful, I've never been so happy, I just don't know why. Of course I leave room for parody, the paradox of consciousness is played hard by the allure of this world, and I do not have all the pieces with me.

Everyone seems wonderful to me, I smile for no reason and I feel like singing on the street, only in a closed society this is: voted "like" madness "(at least), and everyone tells me to" temper " , but I still breathe, and in general, many people manage to pull me "down", which does not bother me, I consume a common sense invitation, at absolutely any level, it's okay.
When I am in the fever of creation, my exaltation can "scare", "create confusion", "can cause negative accidents" (less often), I usually transmit what I receive, only that somewhere the transfer times immerse each other in intuitive reverberations. .

The "clock" and I made a pact. We borrowed "a few minutes" from the future and turned them into the imprint of what we humans call "sacred love", we are the "greatest", but we do not know what to do next. Sometimes I know in advance how much "(lack .... term)" will come out and I know I'm not alone, I know that we are all the best in one like me, and I am the best at the level multiplied by our multiplication in display of billions of shades of souls. anyway, "in ego-free autopilot mode", YOU (anyone) should be the best I have in me.

Our lives are measured in weeks and we look forward to each ultrasound to see the wonder of timeline expansion. The sound of small hearts from the ultrasound is the dearest sound my ears have ever heard. But what is the miracle without newborns in this world?

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If one of my souls were a little girl, then my wonderful task would be to be able to hold her in my arms and give her to a world.
If all butterflies are born on hot mornings, then the coolness of the night will throw the dice of life, in the ninth wave district, guaranteeing a time compass with cardinal points like trophies thanks to the axis of our choice.
The plan can be a stationary journey in the movement of a single point propelled in all directions in the spaces where you want to go.
Document the trans-discipline of transmuting your own synergy and take responsibility for each revival edition. BE STRONG. EXPERIMENT. DARE.
1 for the spark of life and ten for the things we try to do with a hard chance of success, precisely because the game gives you the opportunity to advance even when you fall into the void.
We don't have to complain, first things first, only it always seems too late, in the history tattooed by facts.

We "drown" in tags detected by the supremacy of faith about faith, to let it rain, the last things, in the last to bring the flow; in the canon of our soul mates, we are surgeons without a scalpel, we are in love with a profession we cannot practice, "Restore" by default is the claim that we are the most beautiful ghosts on a scale of humanity tortured precisely for its magnitude.

In a world labeled without excellence, "crazy", the destiny of every day is to "shoe" the soul with the edges of existence, a kind of enchantment of love (with too many reasons to cry), in which everyone wants to be loved, heaven holds us, but no one dares to "kiss the executioner's hand," only out of altruism to build love beyond the walls of helpless judgment. That is why "my souls" have no laces. The connection is pragmatic only if its utility fascinates the transmutation always in the magnifying glass of positivism.

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I am a "user" in the garden of good hope, lost "in Paris", who knows how many paths I will change, just for the sake of being a saint locked in the middle of such a beautiful "hell", I am "the master of my own letting- go- scars".
The day we all look for each other in billions of different ads, I'll be gone a long time ago. Now I still can't.
I am still bound by the clay body from which I was created.
I ended up being my own architect and sculptor, chiseling inside myself and breaking what I was carrying in vain. My heart… I still have work to do. A lot.
There I no longer have to allow time to walk on his own domain and he to make his own laws. I'm drawing now. I lay my wings in their complete absence under the false statement of an angel. I put every word on the display, with every detail so that I don't forget a particle and I can't get up from this table. I ended up being surrounded by details, because I know that any weakness or crack would only let air in there and lead to falling, but also to light by default.
In four corners of my soul, I am, far away, a cloud flake and here I am the bulletproof heart constantly, share your part of my soul, shoot me or love me, no matter, I will get up anyway.
From an elastic bite of dust,
Anca

Anka

17th June 2021, 17:37

Gestation of a time; How long does it take?

360 seeds under the "unbundled" influence of the most chaotic well-organized paternal, circulate round around our every breath, and the sacred conduct of my heart, intertwines the threads of my life with my soul at the edge of the collapse by lifting.
Eloquence is the only prayer we have left in these times, talent becomes obligatory, dedication becomes the cell of matter, matter manufactures spirit and spirit heals matter, everything inspires and involves the first sky in this unique experience.

If the future were about time ...

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I am in love with the future, even if I break up in many parts the present, inside.
Wherever you are, promise me that you will think of staying with humanity, with me and always around us all.

The sacred nature of wisdom in succession of projection factors in seasons of love and nights of time, hours of humanity, minutes of experiencing the peaks of life, a step always in front of seconds of essential words, in this inescapable fact of existence, is life.:heart:

A personal quantum will always be in order and always conducive to mastering the "why" morality and always defining this unforgiving pattern of the "time" clock.

Traditional societies in the barometer of actuality described as worldly, apart from the endangered linearity of the ordinary and sacred dimension, will collapse in a process of representation of the universe that will bind us together, one last powerless single scene.
Where reality no longer applies, magic will happen.
Like, if I draw a circle in the air, I will be able to wrap the planet in an altar bearing our well-behaved faith to the high rank of central human homage.
Laws that no longer apply according to our faith, will actualize the rhythm and the nuance of human nature together with the planetary nature, the whole measure of spiritual vital progression of integrated presence will exhale.

I don't think there is a cosmic order without the most beautiful chaos we exemplify at every step we take.
This planet is our kitchen, it is not our property but we are the ones responsible for building the geo-spiritual diagram in human-"mantic"-time.
A city in motion of "cosmo-cycles" of photon-energies shall/ and will be that we have more than any vision that the wallpaper of science seeks. One cannot study the effect in different moving epochs of time, without evolving on the go, and in rhythm with them.

My perspective, the sun multiplies from different worlds, at every moment of sunset and sunrise in a state of flow and shifting glass, in energies that no tear can dry in channels of knowledge.

Maybe we should become our own knowledge in multiple states of "cosmo-transformation" so that we can know each other, and together understand the construction and erupt with its edification in stages faster than thought and what we here can call movement, is less than most of the time.

The question in those moments is "why struggle?" between a gloriously distorted mythology in Quetz-volution of secrets that, perhaps, do not honor us?

Yet shall we find, someday, the metamorphosis that invents life in time of harmony, a tireless harmony in the flow and ebb of life so fluid that we do not need to follow the wave.
There is no special scheme to be passionate about appearances, you just become indulgent with the "projectiles" of new projects, until the moment you start to see it for yourself ... your own little war in the vision of absolute peace.
A Romanian proverb says: "What you have been looking for, you have already found", so maybe it would be good to start designing seriously, because we have all the tools at hand.
We can invent anything, under the calendar of a creative mind, there is no influence except strictly the wave of art senses, by doing nothing.

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We've been walking the streets of the unknown for too long, so then, if we still know them by heart, why shouldn't we enjoy them?
We are able to embroider the most static world in full unseen motion, what could be more secret and wonderful than that? Why get lost in statistics without counting the count in the mezzanine of a "zeroness-ness" creator.

What structure would we need to believe in miracles? When we see with the naked eye, the spirit speaks in rituals of primary time and space, what could be more ultimate than that? , in secular ways of geo-spirituo-logia-perfectly integrated functional "heart" ...there is no space for such a space.

Each cell has its day and the name written in the counter written by ourselves, it names the days and shoots the meaning, the emotions run in directional correspondences; Recognizing the individual meaning, means sharing it, no matter "how it sounds" or "how it looks", we have the responsibility equivalent to life in quite unique expectations (sometimes invisible even to us) for a consistent total of "losses" we gain glyphs- days in deep meanings ..
by sharing:flower:

Humanity runs more industrially than anyone can imagine, and harder than ever, all that seems very common as a shadow of knowledge, are shards of dreams in which we can waste more time than time itself. We take our time ... the game pieces belong to us.

So we can walk stationary feeling the wait in the borrowed light, or we can walk forward in the shadow of the night full of lessons, somehow, both chances are equal, depending on how young we are to withstand the challenge, and especially how to "we can" to embrace it. In this wonderful horizon nothing is perfect and everything is unique, how can you count the uniqueness in time, or in due time?

Even if we are schoolchildren and even if we have 35 years of experience in any field that makes us experts, nothing competes with the celestial prospectus of defining the fate of spiritual success in the profession, precisely because spirituality is not conquered, not explained, not it materializes, it is not preached, it is not applied, and we must be careful not to become perfectly familiar and confused, certain that the typology saves any philosophy, the profession of being human is, but, indeed not easy.

The language and the signs in the world will be practiced less and less, as a reader, I think you have already felt this until now, I as a writer already speak in my mind with you.

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Nothing is important and everything matters, especially attention, and especially that we are at least every day more and more intuitive around the world, only we still do not know how to recognize the resonance of what could be the most large scale of unseen energy in communication, through each source compressed into steps and design rhythm of interference by interlocking, and rejection of everything that transcribes the conjunction "end". But I think in general anyone can guess.:heart:

We are unstoppable, the compressed insistence to force "a beginning" will also forcefully impel the circle of the line in time birth. If you have lost a few minutes or a few days, do not worry, it is the shortest possible clarification and adjustment in the absence of courtesy of time interference, in correlating your own energy with the virtue of changing the switch of influence in your own protection, a constant " use fund "of which to use means in a way," to date ".
You can't help but fall in love with the future in the rigor of your own projection that you have no idea about.

Without any explanation, the commitment to be emphatically victorious in variants of experiences that disclose the advance pronunciation of events, is gigantic imprinted in the background of transition-placement-logistics that surrounds the "world";
There is no evidence to save new beginnings, without the signature to be sure that you can lead the whole spectrum of divided corners.

What, then, does the Sacred spark of life symbolize? There's no time for that.

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A microcosm in units of 5 fingers extended, greeting our own "unknown"... so individual and common, that in a metaphor "unfortunate" but so common, we can say that it symbolizes the entire universal equation, seen and unseen.
Remarkably, but less symbolically, we are all "pregnant in the gestation of earthly time", fulfilling visible centuries of projection ink in the wax of low visibility, all passing through modular travel passages under close qualitative abstract examination of seemingly principal conjectural correspondences,
...and with questionable germination of cause and effects, a system under the linearity of which we fall in love with complexity, forgetting the perception of simplicity, saying without voice:
"When I want to whistle, whistle"...
If energy perception complements and polarizes the expression "alone" involving pairs of ultimate isotropic dual forces, the accuracy of the best equivocation would be the question "What do you gain, when it is actually the same essence?"

The permeability that incorporates the essential of polarities, in the culture of an experience identical with the self, becomes a paraphrase of what the inner culture proclaims, and this is something "a little" different, like other billions of "different niches of thought" in terms of eternal lessons beyond any precise concepts, we must be human first.
Chemistry is not enough, hurry to love as if it were not tomorrow, it is still free.:flower:

If time is a way of life, then we have enough time to experience it and enough space to explore it, the mystic in us always unfolds the map of the celebration of the few human races, so the fraternity as a direction sits at the table with 8 glasses of elements from which water and earth will not be missing. Celebrate the colors of all the cardinal points, give in to the energy within greening heavenly colors.
Don't say "Goodbye" unless you know "how.":heart:

The sun is born in all its beauty in the rays of childhood as an eternal process!
Look at the sun in the eyes without the action itself, raised in order to transcend this world, your world, over the surface of what you say "I will never give up, even if I hit the surface of the earth, I will rise"...
The best medicine for the future in full metaphor of wholeness, of completeness, is in fact quite classic and equivalent to stepping firmly and with love to tread with grace, in the space you occupy; indeed, you will never give up, abundance is generative if you take care of it.
Take your whole life so far and really find your way;
Take my hand and take my whole life and my way of expression, if you can, you can fall in love with the truth and you can be prepared to be really helpless in the face of the right to be yourself, finally, feel over.

:heart: Anca

Anka

28th June 2021, 22:53

Planted in the hidden war of the third millennium

On the edge of concerns, we need for each one, a clear mind, if the lack of freedom of thought is promoted in the form of low-cost innovation, through symbolic friendship and a superficial judgment, then the discontinuity and precarious applicability of the culture of the "greater wall" "should be reviewed without any involvement.

This shift in new dimensions of approach to human territory should make this almost tragic period alternate under the neuralgia of events and above the seemingly diplomatic similarity of causes and effects.

"Win-win" propaganda and opportunism are summed up consecutively by processes of failures in a common memory and the presence of the 1-real in full dissolution, everything reveals an insufficient state of attempted siege in human values, rather a skid that costs its source ; very much.

In Romania, 20% of the population votes, and has been vaccinated. The western territory is the largest undeclared spiritual territory, the effects of world news barely reach here.
I get the impression that "someone" gave some bored guys a bag of "amphetamine promises" and told them to take it to the train station for a fee; the problem is that they were caught.
What could the "universe" do in a phase like this, other than to take the lowest resources (to maintain efficiency) and use them in the greatest scheme of deception under the impetus: "Give them evil and evil will give them "; because there will be light where the light will tread. So, perhaps, to use some mercenaries in the spiritual construction of a gentler and more loving world would be more paradoxical than the paradox of consciousness. In the end, the criminals will end up singing for love and watering the flowers on the plains of the earth, every morning.:popcorn:

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I would certainly have something theatrical in my being, but I am the actor, the director, the author and the spectator, of the whole tragedy that others around may play, that is why I prefer to always be in the spectrum of my neighborhood.
I have nothing to return to this world, I do not want to give up on it, in the adolescence of my illusion that apparently saves words, my love is contagious, therefore, my silence writes in full recovery.

There is no real human experience, nothing is valid only once, like a syringe in modern times, everything is thrown away after use, including love...
If the Bible does not use, if the Bible does not have an exemplary content, and the experience is lost in the center of the Song of Songs, there is nothing to choose or understand, from all the words used throughout the world as in a report in a meetings, than aesthetic pleasure.

I feel the author of the tragedy, I recite with the other actors the whole global situation, I am heartbroken with the directors, I applaud and boo with the spectators, I hang myself with the theater administrator, in this inert past century end, in which love, it became so unsaleable. But...still ... I wonder what I would solve, instead, by doing this?
The tragedy of love is played out in the open, but no one sees that it is played in front of already empty seats.
Even if we die and no one looks at us, the actors seem to take their roles seriously, perhaps because of the greatest loneliness in human history, we have all forgotten the need to save knowledge through love.:flower:

Those who concerted all, began to kill their own heroes, knowing that, in the end, they will all be absolved of absolutely any guilt, especially since, one by one, each generation, in fact, is set. to die a natural death, with the greatest ease that their very lives give them so freely.

We live in times of genetic inquisition, in the autopsy of the greatest unpunished iniquity. Such a shameless time that makes almost and apparent everyone guilty of a lawless lesson.

I kneel for the holy patience I could receive, under the too classic aspect of my love, so obsolete and expressionist, I declare my law unseen, loving openly in the name of all humiliations and in the target of mystery number one.
Even if there is no regulation for this survival, even if I know that I have no chance, I endure any prohibition by hiding my weapons, and... I will pass the century related to the writing of my life.
We are all together an human-armI of different flags under the dome of the same city, begging, without actually knowing peace and love.

= your own experience will tell you how much you bet on each illusion; there is nothing to learn, love is not a sumptuous initiation into the ether, it is a huge hearth of ash that still burns at the base of a fire and it hurts pleasantly if we know how to spend it accordingly to life.

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Now that the cannons of the century are better prepared to fire at us, than ever, don't stop to think.
These cannons were born with the world, and since then, they have killed people, mountains, waters and birds, the sky and fish, factories of good ideas, graves and libraries.

There is no more time to think; throw away your names and documents, run to meet each other, hug and kiss, and never let go!:sun:

Stay embraced in the passing of such passing bombs, we will succeed in firing all the gunners under the watchful eyes of the armI of the "all", we will grow in prime and eternal glory, the First Sign of Universal Peace.

And we Will defuse the bomb shells, and give us this first and imperishable,
sign of humanity, as a last official esplanade of what all human races can mean, everywhere.

I am just a man who deserves the luck and bad luck, with the despair of the human condition that when I did not sleep, I wrote and when I did not write, I loved, I am the doctor of my soul under the warm lamp of the dying man who writes here, I have nothing succinct to present, I know nothing more than I am, if it were all a matter of life and death, then love can conquer both.A problem of comprehensive understanding of present innate realities with applicability in the future.

I dedicate this day to the night that is missing in this age, may my prophecy be fulfilled, and yet, once and for all, young people, make love on the most beautiful battle front!:heart:

Flowers in. white souls, and white flags in the world!:sun:

Anka

2nd July 2021, 23:24

Abaft the wave

May the homeland of the soul of each of us always be able to perfect the clothes of the skin in the element of matter, above the wave, under the confession of adherence to my own imprint, I declare open the source of the soul of each of us in the niche of pluri-laterally developed freedom of spirit in purity of consciousness adopted by each.

If today I would realize my own madness to recognize the unknown, it is because I try to recognize the equivalence of healing and health of the spirit, and largely the deliberate transformation into the possibility of awakening right in the middle of the existential nightmare, just to dedicate the particle of life to transcendence towards a better future.

Apparently, the collective madness reflects an approach towards a suitable time ratio always in a flow of change, the opportunities to transcend are more and more visible, even if we symbolize through ego ambitions a fundamental failure of origin that dwells in us and belongs to us. .
In the midst of this false system with which people identify, appearances through mistakes and correctness justify the false sense of self-acquisition, a distortion of the original fundamentalism planted in us, and manage to shine an ideology created to be conceptually revered, and many or, most of the time, they get stuck between truth and thought trying to protect their created identity through thought. Nothing new also.
In the middle of a hot summer, the night is blessed, so philosophies don't matter anymore, anyway:star:

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Someone said "the chronology of repeatability becomes irradiate at macro levels, crossing levels of meaning permuted and created on the horizon of receiving information, always wide and handy in different focusing styles. The problem is how can we avoid it without perfecting it?"

The fluidity of the waves of succession should build us premises of inner reality, potentiating through the dynamic logic of the contradictory, the key to essential as an invincible and undoubted radiography consecrated in the inner primary truth, lives in us.

Segments of soul age and paths of endless affluent substrates in full learning and reorganization, indeed create a seemingly too loud noise, but inner peace will always confirm it, we being the signatories of our own inner development.

Under the pressure of time, we subjugate any solution too quickly, creating new problems in the implantation of the solution, it is an endless story of the integration grid in the plans of interpretive extensions in this osmosis of interweaving between the asymmetries of cosmos perfection and worldly (beautiful) chaos symmetries.
I, for one, cannot subjugate the terms of cosmo-confusion in the impulse of the contact with the soul passions.
This profound comprehensive deficiency has its gap between the visionary roots of the whole community and the out-of-phase horizon of too particular consciousnesses for such a common time.

I could be a freshly flourishing and invigorating character, I could take on the innovation of becoming exotic and incandescent, and this in a completely abrupt and natural way, it's easy to do when I'm in love with the idea of giving, but I've done it so many times, and it didn't help. It seems so late. It seems inevitable to find a way.:heart:

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Of all mankind, "people" are the most difficult to conquer, especially by creating integrity and uninterrupted love (both are scary no matter how interconnected they are all), an extraordinary force, in which comfortable, so many times, I and I knelt with love and pain.

So I and 4 and 1 to me and her, prefer to be outside the paradigmatic chain, having the misfortune to be able to launch the torpedo of truth into the filament of the sensibility of the world, I am content with what I do not have, to be able to offer in the grace of soul deviation through worldly creation.
But it's so damn painful.
I would ask the Heavenly Hymn, again, only if I could...

It is a burden to burn in the interdependent cosmological corpus, and that is why, apparently, I find myself somewhere between poetry, science, philosophy, somewhere outside the ether, with the ether included, writing about something so intelligible, and almost derisory in its importance, just because intimacy is critical, in an unusual complex imprinted in the veracity of the model it represents.:) But,

Thank you, but for the simplicity of soul of the brilliant complexity of those who read here!:heart:

Writing in pencil in this world, it is normal that the effect does not compete with the interpenetration of the revelation, it is as if you peel a fruit and in the middle of it, simultaneously writes, by itself, a whole essay of metaphor in the metaphysics of the act. So if in general people say what they think, few say what they feel, in a grounded earthly concordance that can never save the subtlety of the truth. Just almost and maybe..never.

In this confusion and under the mirror of hiding the truth, we dive, diving with ourselves and others, always taking over the paradigmatic spring as food, in specific infusions of growing ego appetites, which do us no honor at the level of ...humanity.

We live in the center of a diffusion and infusion device, and like any device, we try to adapt it to the cooperation of the existence spears, in order to ease our transcendence, in fact, too apparent.

This thread is an outline assimilation outside of any paradigmatic scheme, this thread is a manifesto, with a decisive role outside the poly-valence expectation, but this mood...is already felt everywhere, only that not everyone can define it outside the individual particularity.

Individualism does not have to have a catalog of reactions (although sometimes beautiful, it is:)), it is only one in pure truth of dissolution through the influx of teachings.

The soul platform from which my writing comes, has no wavelength, cannot be translated, cannot be copied, cannot be understood, cannot be adopted, cannot be interpreted, cannot be studied, cannot be spotted, is only the transmission of a manifesto of life, handing over the baton of love further, and always further, and I, I have no importance in this, I do not even exist, unless the tears of joy and sadness were so real.

There are no study criteria to define the complexity and revolution of the center dynamics from which I transcribe, but of course the human condition is not set to admit this. We are all born from a study, we continue to study, and we die from the cause of a recent study. A living insomnia, in the sleep of the most important segment of awakening of all the awakenings of all close lives.
My tribute is too independent, in this respect the cosmic loneliness returns only to my level of being transcribed in what I can call "a woman".

The connotation and the context are different, the activation of the soul in these circumstances of existence, deviates the life from the natural course of the adoption of the belonging soul.

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My vision may goes beyond classical logic, but my freedom, if it could be detected, can crystallize an eon of love in the fuel of renegade and constant distribution in the influx of intra-crossing ... and the atom can be detected with the atom in full ...it-xistence.
In all facets of this century, parallelism has unmistakably the most viable narrative transcendence for the phenomenology of perception in which my only burden so hard to understand is the seal of unity, a stamp we all have in hand since birth.:heart:

So, full of life, in the waves of white mist, abdicating in a premature theme for this present...
I meet the text written above, in another era where the style sequence will correspond...
Until then, stay above the wave and between its layers (no punctuation)
Excommunicating the essence, in the full duty of a man's age in this world, with one last call: If the stars disappear and the atmosphere shakes, don't forget to kiss Mother Earth with your feet, at every step you take from now on.
Save the step.Walk the water.:heart:

Anka

3rd July 2021, 21:41

Horigini
A practice completely devoid of techniques. To be yourself from the eternal So self, from four horizons of infinity 1 disproportionate to the vacuum non, still, here and there, just soul to the bone.
If I was born on my birthday, then I'm glad you're reading what I'm writing and thank really you.Feeling in the glory of sharing about nothing special, but so necessary that you can choose absolutely no- any-thing to believe, because: "i" am passing through the prism of an eroded keyboard, breathing a warm air of a summer rain, in the middle of a night of war and peace under the alien allure of the most bizarre abstract feeling in its total absence, in full fall, I just deserve myself, writing...
It's my time to say welcome to my heart. .and good to find you in your space.
I don't know where my path leads, but I walk better when my handwriting holds my hand, so if you want to walk with me, thank you.Again.

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Under the not at all random magnifying glass of the discipline of harmony, I am fascinated by the cognitive unfolding synthesis on the essence of the events around the world.
If the evil already done in the world under the magnifying glass of a hidden conflict was sold as a triple fantasy, then, with all the sacrifices, the evil will actually pay for what it does, in fact the entry of the good into the world and its self-destruction will be the reference currency. wide consumption, for something already established.
In other words, if those who plan evil fall from the lake into the well, maybe it's time to learn to swim for the first time, and to drink from the water of purity in their path, without drowning in duality.
If i was born out of a habit in the quintessence of borrowing time, then Living means something, the rest is nothing.
I can't live in a world falsely created in the projection of a menu with numbered options, I don't need a worldly device if it doesn't fulfill my vision in my spirit, the one that belongs to me. If I have not "pressed" any option, it does not mean that I do not have control of my own division of truth.
As an exercise in a story-image only, Humanity started from the number one unit and before humanity gave birth to matter in the universe, Sacred Unity received a human face as a woman, and her beauty raised the rank of unity to the perfection of symbol in the conquest of space and time... Intuition mixes inspiration and revolves it around creation, a rather intimate spiritual alternative for making uncommon statements.
Like the previous one. But the exercise helped ... why not practice imagination creatively? If I need to design, why not make an ecstatic leap over any vertical logic? Contradictory complementary fascinates me in the propulsion of energies, apart from any genius, I enjoy the lullaby of the dynamic balance of the diametrically interpretive antimony state in the doubled alienation surmounted and originated in coincidentally split fusion, a kind of equation of identity out of "the paradox" to...dogmatic. In short, just a pleasant feeling of understanding things.

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But in my romance of being human, I am a monstrum per excessum in the sublime that I try to overcome by fulfilling it beautiful, of the human condition in, I live sublimating an eccentric revolutionary but more loving simply conduct, with the risk of exposing myself to knowing that I can't always make myself understood.
There is nothing complex when the ecstasy of escaping the whole center from the origin of the circle, becomes a kind of >ideational intellect>, apparently emotional, without any level of complexity if the transgression together with the prefix of time, is called tributary. Imagination can truly be a fuel, without any excitement, a kind of flight over clouds in other galaxies, without hands and of course, without wings.
Change besieges my being and shakes my hitherto known foundations. Nothing is the same when everything is similar, I have no lack of confusion in this spectrum of clarity, I am alive and everything is important when I can not postpone anything at all, even if few understand, honestly, it's ok.
If the plasticity of my mind is casual, it is precisely because I have felt with my heart and I feel even now, how difficult it is to be truly human. My writing is a small chaotic delirium of a reason that can be perfected in the paradigmatic chain and irresponsible in the interconnected belief of the second game, in the passion of structural cosmic resizing.
Without any drama, I live in full change from the confessions of a child, with an ardent sincerity, alive, undisguised, so in this period I am more struck than ever, passion and reason be=come to warn each other of the spiritual danger transcending the stigma of what I and..I call it "the consumption of genuinely gifted coordinates and patterns in this essence of the perfect form of lyrical transposition, the beauty and pain of being human."
If you're reading this, I wrote it for you, but I know you can't feel it for me. Stay strong, wherever you are, the world circus will end and it will be terribly painful even for those who created it. We will all love in the end, embracing the truth is always painful.

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Renewal of any act, reproduces itself, the self, a counterfactual matter in accordance with the original test, the mold is eternal, the industrialization of the self in matter of spirit is a process and a vital lesson of functions in full and perpetual reorganization.In fact, optional.
Remember, nothing I write is true unless it happens.
Every time, around people, I renew myself, and I always speak with the slightest doubt about the characteristic and symbolism of the behavior already known and archived in the secret storage space and the rate of manifestation at an intuitively generic frequency rate.

A return to what we call the matrix of simple and natural things, diverts me from any beginning of the plan, as if before I find the beginning I will have to find the end first.
As if I were an identical replica for me in this disappointment and joy at the same time, trying to learn to be=live, living without un-learning, ending in the refuge of a deep lyricism, always finding the same commotion at the edge of paradise and the abyss Off simultaneously.

Between beauty and the beast, the unpublished realm of truth is fully born, through the fate of a silence but under the sign of the dowry of a higher consciousness, nothing resembles the humanity in it.It's just that we're human everywhere...

Why, or why not, to seek to raise a consciousness, in an entropic dissolution of this world, a deliberate relativity emergence and so visible that it becomes always under the haste of the complementary of effects and causes, let's (not) forget, that we... we already have a rather supreme consciousness through the portal whose light we have come here. I know it's boring and searching has its fun, but why so much effort, and why not...

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Unleashed in a kind of secret frenzy of the transfiguration of life carefully aimed at me, I feel struck with intense and deep compassion by communion with an immemorial time, a time almost instantly always around the (my Mion) truth.
It is a pity that you and I cannot form a community, as it was destined in the primary and original promise of the sensitivity of paradoxical vitalism.
In the genesis of this already metaphor of survival in this world, in which the existentialist source tends to aspire to creative "commodernism" in the test of a culture of vision in which tension and harmony learn to coexist, I, a simple man, serve transfigured, as and all the others, a section called hope in the fullness of a dedication to an ever better future, in proportion to the corresponding origin that reveals us here as beings in full act.:star:

From the background of essences, with the opening of the soul through a small pore of the universe, always dedicating, recognizing everything about our inherited dysfunction in the spectrum of soul replenishment in this symmetrical chaos of life, always concentric and concave outside the truth, from the axis of this time , always, I, an unknown name, a being lost in the vastness of lack of and full love, holding the face of childhood in my hand, I will try to make the light as long as my soul will carry me.

Under the influence of a cup of light and two time cubes, always one step back and looking ahead, :star:

Anka

6th July 2021, 00:55

ASK on the way to the center, AD
The verdict of a world at the beginning saves my recurrence of being free, at least to intertwine shades of thoughts and words, I am born with the signature of vibration packaging in full swing.

The greatest freedom now counts my time spent with you, millions of grains of sand sink my ascent into the infinity of the farthest hourglass.
Saved by the imprint, however, it becomes a habit to be protected by the cosmos-science of being only human.

I am extinguished in the ocean of the spirit, by the most dazzling lightning, following diligently but without wanting the career of being human, a chandelier above the worlds in full collision, be-ing under the temptation of the fiercest light switch that postpones the moment of tomorrow today, with every step, with every hour.

High suction has no breathable air, the secret-in seismic revenge tries the history of nature in unknown ways, but when we look at ourselves from the stars, with alien blue circles eyes we also can not see the excess and thirst and storm of being human.

The truth in the impulses of traveling in vain, gives us the greatest secret in this world, where it can only be cataloged to step on empty air bubbles, and in the fall, a road opens to the supreme access in the key to step outside the cardboard world.

I am thirsty beyond being able to utter an answer, beyond the sky, if I drank my gaze, without a voice, I would be intoxicated by the unspoken words, my feet walk like bridge pillars at the soles where the river has dried, this...makes me to kiss the ground in search of a drop of water, under the provocation of thundering clouds, the rain is actually waiting for me to rain.

I follow a procession of a world hidden in too visible truths in the priceless sand of scattered thoughts, I set fire to this mind and turn on the light to deserve water, in this great wilderness I stone-shake my left hand with my right hand, I want nothing but more than I can say is not what i want.

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The whole planet is in one eye makeup very and maybe too strident in the colors of irrational double reason, the punishment for me is nominal for everything I did not do wrong, indeed, I pay.
Even the fall of my age is a pleasant torture dressed in the icing of a new cake.
Pain is sold for free in all the price increases lies from one hour to another of ...
if you want to blame someone for this, I always said that the best curse is to wish everyone their freedom.

The ashes on the wings are born in human bones, the pain of this era is too modern for the appearance of a beginning at the edge of the abyss, the burning in the mourning cry of pride, and where absolutely no one helps with anything, and mistakes that are in fact collective, punishments are as see, nominal, but nothing is to see, i am still "thinking" .

The night that I write it, and my awakening, is irresponsible, it deceives me in the warm twilight of a pleasant summer breeze, it saves me from all the senses, it throws me into beds of crystal clear waters, until, someday, I will fall completely...

The concrete is dimension-ed physically, not metaphysically, we have the power to know everything overnight, we can snap our fingers in a wake-up warning, but we chose the homeland of sleep in the grace of each morning under the reflection of some exercises written in the circumcision of the stars and thrown under the maneuvers of death in programs.

Nothing can protect us from this night, everything is indecipherable and boring, just like this writing, but we have long forgotten the laws and without any remorse we fall into the cradle song from the law in the sweet motion of impetuous sleep to sleeping the very sleep.

If in the morning you look at the watch on your hand, then everything you dreamed of will be lost, everything is false, tic tac, everything is measured in sick quantities; please, if you can, do not make promises that you will conquer the day, the day will refuse the determination and the night like a boomerang will always return to festive functions and dysfunctions, a humble night, a single promise, a single life, a sea of beautiful true love madness, an empty glass that , with a trembling of the knees, we will take it to the mouth, and...
We will drink from the void as long as our breath will hold us, we will celebrate, the death fate of controlled morality on the verge of all the arteries that have been given to us, the blood will speak in a demurring voice...we will be illegitimate children of the dynasty of Love, we will bear the seal of the united continents, many will die because of their own oppression, the meekest will weep for the most ruthless ... our mourning stars will fall one by one, the prudence of the accusations of crime will be extinguished in the living flame of life that actually embodies death in the full love of the existential structure down to the smallest pore ... we are the only earthlings on planet Earth, even if that were true, ...maybe it's never too late to never say never.We are truly mortal.

Do a whim to stop blowing in the candlelight, stop delighting with fire guitars for barren purple angels, they only exist in dwarf story books, stop treading the earth of the sphere that will keep you free, with tank tracks tied of shoes...to let or not to let the war accuse itself of its own crime, it is not important, we can have dinner tonight near it, a dinner for two is not enough in a world of duality, the self is only an appearance, if we want to have him invited to dinner, the self can become an extravagance if we do not leave the whole truth on the table.Even the most fantastic crickets sing the ode to life, I don't need a harp to listen to the silence and enjoy the spiritual food.

No more accompanying in continuous refrains the false odes of the maneuver wars are too hidden for we to really know how to sing the song, in the intonation of this discordant reality of play-back, people have forgotten what a four-leaf clover actually looks like, one good luck smiles at them at every step, good choices rain from the sky in a flooding abundance, what remains to be done is not to mow the lawn and let the grass grow free and flourishing.

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But how could I not love you, my age of tenderness and pain?
I live, without law, like a happy guinea pig without a target, when planes fall from the sky and governments cut off their heads, when nomads cry under the whip of a modern altar, when everything is flooded with a century of frustration, rotten freedom is locked in paper silos in the dark submarine- aerial-underground, with black guard, the uniform of the guard is worn with bomb accessories on a cat walk of ruthlessness, calling this offensively and without knowledge "the altar of the great new knowledge in the new rebirth?" When everything is too new, the old forgotten will accompany us to clinics where we will have to treat the lack of compassion.

If I, a few kilograms of mortal matter, place myself on guard and on duty to guard a mortal world, my hands will never be able to bring the city where the fir trees have decorative bulbs, my spirit between the power of technique and art yields too easily, we are all so happy in laughter and weeping in so many billions of ways, from poverty to wealth the world stretches into the element of communication and one similar heart, moved from one to another...

Between the pyramids and the Great Wall, cathedrals like prisons bring the faith of horror when in complete silence the longing for freedom actually fades, the land we lose is scattered through the sieve of cynicism regulated to the rank of false freedom.
We all misunderstood everything too much to know why five, and not to miss why not 12?
Only people know how to count like people, otherwise nothing matters...

Routine now constrains us to the kidneys, we now all have the same diseases, the mud lying in a star in us, too bright, leaps today into the paradox of consciousness; even though we are in a crowd through the work of our hands, history leaps into the age of a dungeon guarded by mummies, and if we have a syncope in common destinies, it is because some of us still believe in the humble work of carrying on our shoulders, the world as she is...

I will never wear the farewell uniform, in all barbarism and dogma, glory is my time to understand the truth, if I were to break out to say what I can't say it would be enough to break a piece of the mirror of our time, but the contrast, it is not an oasis, there is no need for frantic applause in the last heaven, there is no veneration beyond the sparks of pure love.

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Good to silence, loyal to hatred, under the indigo of equality, poison seeps into everything, we all pay with gray Lead coins, the spark of a school we don't need, decadence is confused with unburdening, the breath is a wandering that apparently it doesn't raise us to the stars anymore
we plow with our own comfort, the gala of the most beautiful planet, domesticating goods to which existence lurks and... life, impudently ignores them.

Mercy and power is to wash the earth with tears, to love tragedy with great passion of sacrifice is a lump of time, which we entrust to other realms.
Death in the form of a pharmacy dominates like a sedative, venom like a steam floats to relieve false symptoms , floats everywhere, candor is sold only by merchants, and the most sincere are removed in the temporary files...of a curse to go against the wave, and to step up water codes for survival.When the world is based on contrasts, the nightmare will heat up and scream until we wake up, in the midst of the heaviest obstacles, sustainability covers the story of authenticity that makes us peasants who love the richness of nature, in the posthumous burden of the most deceptive inequality.

-if heaven was built on the foundation of hell, what is bad and what is good, it doesn't matter when it "doesn't matter", it doesn't matter any-more. We can't split the water in two, it's a waste of time and maybe an exaggeration to step on the water, why can't we fly instead?

Enough with the wars, we no longer need crutches to travel this world, I drink like a baby from the bosom of nature, I am no longer invalid like a caterpillar freezing under the winter sky, I am whole with the fir tree in me as a weapon.
I gather wheat from the east and drink water from the north, in the "compassless" story of the most ripe fruit...field.
The story of the forest in me, gathers the counter-selection of the host demons, peace is my tiger that I tame.
The "ato-mist scientist" awarded for suicide with his laughter as a maid as the most chic decoration until now, will count my gray hairs, and will pick up the wounds on my heart, which he left me in his "conquest to clean".
I will never collaborate with those who steal from the world the love of mother and destroy ant houses, and even though I grew old too early, even the world was left completely alone in this world, forgetting in a picture frame, in the fuel of the heart, what is like to be awake.

The same life and the same death, the same beings forbidden for themselves, in the absurdly beautiful monotony, getting rid of amnesia, we are born on the same side of the same dream, we manage to always pass the first template, and we gracefully forget even the fact that we forgotten. To whom do we owe this supreme beautiful defect? Because sometimes the source seems too similar to the cordiality of completely almost or sure deluding ourselves.
Dividing technocracy in two, contrary to the expectations of a falling empire, we, the blind, will find our way. Always.:star:

All are erased, everything passes and what is the wave like, like the wave is passing in means for such a clear template and such a light test, still...
the human germ is the best host, no matter what Nero has to say:)

Instead of Anca, using dedication
May the tireless efforts of those who keep the language of love alive in the world be rewarded in an uplifting result.:handshake:

Anka

7th July 2021, 15:03

At the border of Solace,

The most painful thing about this worldly barrier is to let our fellow human beings go through it alone.Death for the man of the fourteenth century was a supreme social occasion, a ritual in which the dying played a central conscious role, expressing his last wishes and thoughts in the company of family, priest and even strangers. It is also the reason, maybe, why the solitary agony of the plague victims once became a painful deviation from the norm ...

I heard on the "radio" about the contraction of change, and I imagined a quasi-stellar escape, and the explosion of red luminescent accreditation, writes from distant frontiers in the structure of an attempt; how could this be seen in the shadow of two words, or in the ego filter transposed by light into a world in which ... we just live. I could just be a fixture on a lotus, and without denying it, I could see the difference ... you know ... "Hello my baby, hello my darling" ... only certain conditions can create creation, moments are lost in the flow huge right now as I write.

We have. The spiritual interface of 17 solutions to the same equation and 72 guides for an infinite number of paths.
And then, where is the application of suffering in all these interdimensionalities?

If we somehow experience the magnitude of a procession of change in equinoxes of degrees interchangeable in infinite options, then we should have an innate predisposition to persevere at the edge of every horizon.
But with all the perseverance to feel and observe the probabilities, it seems impossible.
How could we include all in many phrases of verbs, something which takes place so spontaneously, so simultaneously and especially so perpetually.
The sum of all those golden threads of success in soul-leveling is as great as a snowflake.
So perennial time whispers from the source of immortal depth, every ray of sunshine that landed in front of you, reflected the position of the universe in relation to your center ... did you manage to catch it in time?:flower:

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If you fed the earth with tears with every drop of rain, then you will know that you have never been given to suffer more than you have already been set as a limit.
If every "I love you" for any living being were so sincere in the depths of matter that the spirit would dissolve into continuity, perpetuity, and essence, the universe would function less noisily.

If we place the crown of life on our heads by the right to exist, the clear and unique reason being "Just because it happens" then the illusions disappear melted into "Live only because you exist". Never forget "Harmony forgives any beginning" because if this were just the beginning then we should no longer seek harmony with harmony itself, when it already exists.
If we have the impression that finding non-existence in this world brings us above concepts and constraints, we will be historically wrong.
If we take history and the present to the rank of concepts and constraints, we will collapse.

If we want to deprive ourselves of this world, the illusion will be greater than what we think we have found.
The human in the absence of humanity and humanity in the absence of the 275 grams in the energy field of a few kilograms of matter, can not be conjugated so easily.
We, humanity, are the senate, but the disputes are so individual that no one cares. And not even the frequency of a thousand documents and a signature can save us. How leaders we could be in such a ruled world; how much can we lead under the license of the power to give up everything in favor of love?

Every expiration is life, every inspiration is already paramount, if each of us were the whole of heaven then our sight would no longer know what to let be seen. And no one knows who makes the azure to become a perceived blue himself; or why it is a clear sky when in the absence of the mind the horizon is full of color...
Who cares why the sunrise is always on the horizon, while the heart forges keys of size that cross creation beyond the instrument.
Why should I experience what I manifest or vice versa? How is vitality measured in this? if we are perfect creators planted in a world without interpretation, then what is the point of the exercise?
Strangely, the only feeling I have left in this world is love, that's why I am crushed under the feet of all the senses of what is left to be seen, of what is left to be tasted, of what is left ...to be felt.

To be or not to be is no longer a problem. The chessboard is an illusion, the permutations exist, but this is not relevant either. why would I waste my time, if instead it weren't something so consistent that it doesn't even deserve to be mentioned?

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I am not what I love, unless my own love is loved by itself, but to sustain such a vacuum, makes me put my glass to my mouth, because I am thirsty. But it's my thirst, so the problem belongs to me, that's what I learned from all the people I believed in.

These are just chronicles, they are annotated, but the essence burns in me and transcends no matter what I write about, the moments are always different.

I do not need a consciousness injected into the parameters outside my core, the vacuum will not allow me, I am not separated from what identifies me, but I do not identify with what separates me. A simple "please" could work miracles, I would not be interested in conjectural differences, I would not allow myself to interpret what I am aware of I can not completely observe.But i am human also.

If everything in its entirety were to support light, sound, being, then nothingness certainly embraces us with so much care and subtlety in sliding filters that, in order to become, becoming ourselves would take us through the whole infinite surfaces and back, as much as the "feet" will carry us, the flight belongs to us but not in our absence.

Working as if I were living the effect of existence is like living in the reward of a permanent existence, but many are afraid of my love.
I am quite strange in a logical world, and vice versa, for the most banal presence I show, this actually gesturing the whole "I"; but what is my fault in all this, except that I ask this?

If the days turn into weeks and the weeks turn into years and years into a perennial existence above all questions, and if in fact, no matter how much I speak, my silence is inescapably silent, then how much my heart should weigh to take me home?
These are not really the questions I would like answered.

-paradoxically, human qualities are not to be heard or seen or felt, the essence is a common handicap that we are given to promote.

And if we share it, this is not necessarily a solution or a dilemma.

I don't need focus to identify myself with as many senses and fingers, I don't need a testimony to expose to me what is already:
"Look, this is your self and the other is the spiritual self" and what should I do with them? Why I would need them, even established as an assumption, the content is abundantly lacking...
Always.

What could I decode in the line of neurons cemented by the passage of time? How many molecular reception signals could I find in the millisecond spectrum of life, if the volume is already established and predetermined?
How many gases should I inhale and how many chemicals should I swallow in order to occupy the field?
Because if love is beyond the senses, and difficult to understand from frighteningly huge perspectives for human nature, I have nothing left to do but admit: "I shouldn't have been alive", precisely because the perfect sense is lost in each of us, right now as we read.
It is difficult to digest anything that is unknown, that is why we make faces at the food served; the lucky peas have lost their well-deserved effect in the conceptual condition of green. What a convenience.

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It is easy to refuse, and hard to accept, especially when the acceptance itself comes from our initial refusal.
Denial has become a profession, carelessness a second nature; but we are all great, that we still have some senses left.
A quasar of agreements can erase everything we thought we knew, so far, and we're still talking about, what? Our contribution is already inherent, but we give ourselves the pride of seafaring in irrelevant sensations for the entire force mass.
If my message has passed away, then I am out of the maze, but I will never stop advancing in this Attractor even if the fierce nature of life haunts us all in a post-epidemic pandemic history.

Contemplating mortality,
Anca

Anka

9th July 2021, 21:21

The 102nd millennial human

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May today, the fear of familiarity throw us into the most relaxed unknown!
The secret of happiness? Just add water.
B.Y.O. ... :beer: at this! Add 5 matching keywords to this thread and 5 cents for a better future!
Good luck! Unless tomorrow is for both of us.

If U, 92 and I, are in love in valence 6, what would be left but for the splashes of the soul to clothe the chains of lilies in the most chained burden of carrying also this awakening to completion?
My itinerary to you is dressed in blue sky and water from the gaze of the earth flooded with green, I will count the first thousand particles, in which points of genesis will show us the way in sparks, always near an explosion.

If my prediction were wrong, then not my devotion in a good spirit.
If any myth has so far been scientifically seasoned, I could say that Oscillations in deep dreams, will climb the highest uranium stones, in atmospheres of white settlement.
Oceans of pearly texture will flood our souls and we will program the action of an art to meet us.

The conjunction of a single hug will show the contemplation of the de facto equation.

If we were disciples of celestial transit, any kind of exploration would have to go beyond the paradigm, and any simple statement would have to express the whole complexity of the ability to relate.
I cannot master above love, I do not understand the purpose through evolution, I do not look for meditative attitudes, I am not impossible to find a key for any meaning, I only digest symbols of contemplation of the ever-changing map at certain moments of time.

The content in the whole formative alchemy of life is not for very inappropriate limits; there is no need for training for perfection and we do not have to train perfection when we have found it.

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Detachment. It's easy to write. The qualities of spiritual maturity come only from the intimacy of revealing them at the level of human discernment and love together.
The expanded capacity to love, amplifies the deep potentials of planetary transits, which is why this struggle to forbid the simplicity of love.
A series of real examples exemplify how love can materialize only through suffering, a configuration, as if, planetary set for radio transmission only amplifies the possibility, sensation or at most progression, but human features adopt it as a form of study or advantage.
The completeness of a life sifts the mysteries of consciousness and the appreciation of the mystery becomes a divine disciplinary perfection.The question is why is this needed, if we have all the information in us?

When an ego becomes cyclical by blaming other egos, what is the importance of knowing the spirit within a radius of a galaxy that offers an age?
The training to focus fullness in the spiritual capacity to discern courage with the heart and not with the mind, does not expand our consciousness through practice but through the accumulation of experience.
Spiritual efficiency can become a challenge in any transit of love discernment, we manage to forget the very common development of common understanding, too hasty, pessimistic or even in too optimistic analysis, it is not easy, it is not enough, it does not determine anything, and the possibilities are only teachings, they are never...ever truths.

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Any judged judgment is different and planetary contacts are lost anyway in relative force, stronger than any transit; so if everything is ephemeral, then our offspring may learn the primordial moments in a timely and different way without our poor hu-interpretations.
There is a huge difference when love simply comes from the center of the heart and in about to when we have to invent the treadmill to bring it forced.
Our realistic reason for presentation or even interpretation is disastrous compared to the effect, practically, when we want to explain something we become by unknown definitions our own opponents'...
And if the square of forces is played at night, and we are not motorized in real or relative anticipations, there is no sense that governs between the dynamics and mobility of any transport of particles through this life flow...

How can you explain a design by its very absence?Where have you been all this time?
It is difficult in a completely changing world to describe metaphysical truth with the help of physical truth because we are considered behaviorally inappropriate and fundamentally wrong. The sad thing is that lunatics are approached in a way that is too inappropriate to find out the basics in time.
People do not have patience, and of course, they have limited time, and especially they do not have in their pocket methods, elements, questions and starting points from where to start something ... that is why the study filters them through the ego as an individual profession in targets of testimonies lost in "concretism and the curse of helplessness to reach knowledge"

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My question is, "How could you lose me in all these millennia if I was right here in your space?"
I breathed like hell your air, I always woke up in the sky of your code, I never left your shores:
How can you say, "I'll be back to you one day" when the day where always been on your playground named "Tell me everything will be fine, even if the world changes" I'll always have 39 seconds to reach the air on fire!
Divine study teaches us modesty, as well as confidence in the inscrutable intelligence of div-ine love. Transit is our home, progress has always been our horizon too closed to be included. I was the only one for too many years in which the observation established a home for me where I invited everyone to the party. My frightening natal romance took all expectations out of the human spectrum; I was so active that my only connection to the material possession of an energy field was always the loss of something that served as a symbolic spiritual purpose.

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If I always had an invisible mentor, and if it was always the crisis that guided me, now I am tired of always setting fire to endings in new beginnings.
If I dared to want the light of bright calm without emotions, I would inevitably imprint a perfect 10 spot to the dice, I would not need to learn by confrontation, people's study isolates me in the core of reflection, some can not exceed the volume of alchemy and persistence current of existence.I am ok with everything.

If I am a different person, it does not mean that we have to turn the sky from Eden, to find our ancestors, if we can build a thousand like us, it means that the spectrum of the heart never changes, how important the details are, if lucidity has a nature of its own moment of reaction?
Is it possible "youth without old age and life without death" in all this laboratory of ephemeral existence?

The leaps will be more and more obvious for human zom-deification space, exponentially, life expectancy will not be able to increase artificially, we do not need a migration to be able to age a continent of measures.
Maybe eternity can't actually be contracted by an insurance, maybe later, after we have tried them all, the instinct of immortality will come naturally, and we from our ivory tower of the society we have adapted all to the real level of loving normal people, we will descend to the level of ordinary immortality; where availability treats the thirst for rest through the impenetrable luck of ordinary mortals; exactly those 102nd millennials you're looking for in a molecule, with their imprint in the very quintessence of your marrow...if you study this, don't.
If you bombard such an element easily with an accelerator, you will not shorten the journey to the richest atomic waterfall.True nature cannot be established by force unless we ever recognize its origin, but for the time being we are only provincials at risk of the most wonderful chaos...

We will not be able to humanly count the consequences, and it will be difficult to explore them from too much burned carbon stocks.

Just out of rules,
A.

Anka

12th July 2021, 21:57

Unearthed errors.
Everything is free and Nothingness still cost.

The trick of light in the sanctuary of the passion of crime of the timeline, it takes us from the resolution of too bright pixels on the wallpaper of an increasingly gloomy world, to pass with the light, beyond.

If even light needs time, then time will save all the light tricks.I don't think it's possible to measure light with a gun full of water, Light is turned on in the universe before we can define it.
The calculation cannot be quantified.
I'm just a beam close enough to be imperceptibly important in the absence of reaction.
To descend into the deepest hell with the brightness of light in our hand, does not illuminate the path through the filter of the shadow, we cannot frame this in the foundation of a simple triangular stone, the pyramidal gesture is a pleasant scheme of full illusion.

Whoever sows the wind, just reaps the storm.

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If I didn't know anything, I wouldn't love anything, and as I know something, love was sown in me through everything I can comprehend with my eyes in Everything.
We live in a world where everyone wants to be loved, hugged and understood, but when the apples ripen does not mean that we know everything, but everything not before us, before we want our love by offering it first of all to us, unconditionally, we must breathe love with all shades of perfume and love by the design of it.

The ability to love does not start from luck or for a reason, strange but true, it has always been sown in our hearts; so if we come to believe that we should strive hard to love someone for a reason, we are mistaken for our own traits imprinted in the soul of the entrance. In an even greater cycle of doubt, the cyclic of the mill wheel rotates, and the water will always flow, we will always return to the seed, no matter how much we want to enjoy the fruit.

If we are to declare an uni-nominal conclusion open to the result inscribed in all the suffering of human, we will still not be able to test the temptation between lie and truth, we will not be able to reconcile wisdom with stupidity, we will not be able to separate good and evil, justice and obligation;
If the word is alive and works, then the message of the hour of the senses in the judgment of the heart, will separate the soul and the spirit, matter and marrow, in the body of beginning and end, of the work beyond the gift, where love is more than itself called, outside any criteria: "love"

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And knowledge will increase only through the love with which we can feel it, time, as time, he sees through it and feels through us, but time alone... as non-existent "there", will understand before the prophecy, many will read, few will seal the analogy that springs from the known universe called in the manner of "how" it makes a difference when good will involves devotion through selflessness.Many will crowd to cross a new p_Age...which does not belong as a choice of mankind.
The best advice is not the one that is pronounced, but the ones that are silent in its own brightness...

Comments are closed, objectivity is open, even if neither of them matters. The flow lends, but does not forgive.
If I look at you now, as you read, then I am certainly not the one writing this now. Please ... learn the acuity of attention necessary so much for the energy of these so hard times! Saving light does not mean saving energy.
I don't know how to give advice, I can barely advise myself on issues that are strictly related to choices in life, my thoughts don't matter, my feelings don't matter, mine is the joy that I know this very well.
The only suffering is this joy of observing it.

I am just a character full of worldly matter, and if the establishment of the human space in which I am, is subjugated and conjugated implicitly, IT HAS to do with the fact that my space emits.
If you like the sound of your reading, then understand your own lyrics of the song and do not hesitate to sing it to the whole spectrum of the world, and not only, that you occupy massively!

You don't read this timeline for me, and it doesn't make my task any easier, knowing that you read here, it doesn't make my task any easier also knowing that you understood something in you way, everything becomes more and more difficult with each reading of yours, you add another heavy iron weight in the arms of my unearthed debt! It's not easy for me at all.

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I kill every day in me all the compartments of inefficient particles, they are so few that it will take a completely indefinite period to be able to complete this at the level of the amplitude that I have in measures.
I don't need logic to collapse knowing before it happens, why; I don't need dreams to borrow my future from log- past; light tricks are not tools. The veracity of an instrument I have in my hand does not give him the consent that it really exists, in this case, the utility does not necessarily have to be compliant.
And yet love.
If you think you're alone on earth watching over this, you're wrong. If you think we're a team, we're not, because there's no need.
The universal time zone in overcoming the effects of change is folded on too technical data, and I am too small to be able to borrow the efficiency of the idea of at least an itinerary to travel in our own freedom.
The shortest way is to do it, so if you are a doer, don't forget that I know how hard it is for you to be.:heart:

Take a sample of earthy soil and taste his protein, use light to predict the infinite lifespan of the cell in its particularity; create methods to allow science to approach by love, your spiritual interior, make them learn how science can fantasize in the concreteness of absolutism extrapolated from the unknown to everything we already not know to know knowing.

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Don't hesitate, don't inhibit yourself. Live in coexistence with your own self always with the luggage made and in perpetual transmutation, always further.
Gather all the parts of the sky, sum up all the pains until the dissolution, keep walking but explode at every step, be calm, but overflow with meteors, break the line but overcome it with it!

The place where the light comes from is may be the fairyland of humanity, and because we do not know how to put on the threads of light, we step on the crime scene of the homicide of guilt of the whole idea of humanity, without knowing what is happening.
It's not sad, it's just the luxury of seeing and denying in full vehemence and lamentation of failure, the whole set...

We cannot set fire to the food of wheat fields alone. we can't poison our water fountains on our own, and then wonder where our house is?
The show will end with the naked eye, and the curtain of time will cover it by default in a new beginning.
The ends are easy, the beginnings are even more painful.

Any investigation implicitly makes the message disappear at the most appropriate occasion for retrieval; loyalty is only a remark to the mad genius of earthly spiritual subordination; you can't put a penny in the place where the much desired peace is paid for at too high of a cost.

If I grow in the apparent exponential of exposure, it does not mean that we will be able to comprehend what I declare by signature; there is no body in the testimony of light.
We tread light on the light giving life around us without knowing it.
The viewer over the atmosphere, gives birth to give birth to wonder again, the change of source is an uncontrollable and unstoppable cyclone of matter; the abiogenesis of every fire is the echo and power that lies within us of being human outside of relative humanity; to baptize the structural tectonics of the perpetual change of intra-cellular mass energies of what remains over life as a leap.
It means a testimony over flax.

In inconsequential light-ply lace-weight fire,
Anca

Anka

14th July 2021, 22:31

Who holds the light of spiritual bio-Heres-topia?

Living in the classic archaic uncountable adventure of the present, I ended up not hunting the future.
The last romantic line of the love of life will mark the millennium of the most unjustly beautiful galaxy.
Hello heroes, wherever you are.

If I broadcast and you receive, then you and I are the first protagonists of the truth in the whole list of possible realities.
The collection of values, the treasure of justice and the arsenal of sovereignty are not possessed, they are offered for free.
Everything we offer for free, regardless of rejection, is implicitly received at the level of our possession of conscience and value.
All we collect through the instrument of sovereignty is the carriage of our path and the legacy in the richness of the prosperity of our change into more and more pronounced inflections.
If that part of us that sees presides over the whole illustration, most of us are actually the one that feels and hurts.
Engaging in the administration of a state of control is impossible if the truth dominates, contrary to the expectations of reorganization, chaos will always speak in the heart's desire, there is no order in the most natural and correct measures towards our spiritual servitude,
therefore, natural always means the shortest path.

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Evil cannot be remedied by considering it this action a gain, good cannot be applied by considering it a victory, the remedy itself cannot be remedied by building sand castles over time and in the heights of the wind in the heavens.
In principle, any virtue accumulates vices, so I will never try to insinuate absolutely anything except the insinuation that came naturally, independent of my creation.

Self-devotion and implicitly the abstinence from feeling it is not a duty, it is a consumption of a rule outside its own, and at the spiritual expense of action and effect.
The extravagance of pride that everyone can independently save the hour, especially in times of such calamity, is a self-doubt.
The virtue of loving or hating does not belong to us, it is also an illusion, when we move to heaven and earth, it is simply not enough.Take the taxi to the truest mix of feelings and create energies that you can no longer hold when the universe makes more use of you than you can ever carry.

When I love, I set fire to the concepts of the world, when the world burns, it means that I can fall asleep in my bed of flames feeding the unknown in continuous flow; my portal is closed for each opening.
My source vibrates as my matter dissipates in pain, there is no turning back, there is no replacement point for back-light. The force breaks, lifting everything.
In all our insight fulfilled in every fantasy, some of us forget about others around us, forget about the dreams of those around them, and pronounce the problem of virtue for lack of a collective perspective.

We cannot bridge the gap between us by helping the weakness of the problem statement,
we cannot bring discernment closer to the flames of harmony, and we cannot discern harmony without feeling it, and we cannot feel true harmony without knowing that it is born to be offered in the environment, not to produce comfort for us.

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We want our own account to feel how precious we are in finding viable solutions, but we will not be able to do this like runaway children in the rain of bombings, no matter how great the suffering, it is still called suffering.
The decree of the highest consent of life that dwells at the center of our reflection, cannot lose its angle of goodness. Regardless of the directions, the richness of truth nourishes the virtue of recognizing it through the filter of truth itself.

Maybe, precisely because each of us is a great distinction from his inner greatness, the resources are not offered for free, they are just independent.

Under the courtesy of mankind's most ambitious torch of interest, the sentence set at the individual level, reflects exactly what we possess in expanding what we seek to accomplish by awakening consciousness.
Cultivating sincerity should beautify in the simplest way to say:
I'm here, that's all I need to offer this simplicity with a smile on my face, beyond others. "
Why is it always necessary to confuse sincerity with its own rectification?

My reverence for the most rhetorical questions comes from their simplicity, I could almost say that rhetoric contains the most important chapter of truth, if we are willing and willing to understand how beautiful everything around us can be, if only we really wanted this so much that tomorrow would be totally different, much more loving, much more understanding.

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The discipline of everything we have is self-enjoyment of a superior quality, contagiously beautiful, in the serene infinity of the actual living of life in the bosom of a humanity so similar to the most beautiful and complex race of beings in the universe.

Knowing the root, being outside the principles, is a terminal stage in the midst of the great pain of falling by lifting into what I call the perfection of knowledge.
The goal of a future does not exist if the past does not impress even if the present is a golden handshake.
The imprint I leave in this world is so erased for everyone's realities, and so visible for the qualities of the root in me, I am not here to acquire skills, I do not even have the ability to be here, acquisition in the abstract is a preservation of the spirit in bio luminescence of an inheritance density.

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Receipts and payments are endorsed by the balance of the spirit, while the inheritance belongs to me by right and in fact only to my soul, eternity is only a criterion for the whole infinite infinity.
The most beautiful discoveries in the fertile field of consciousness are in the field of non-experimentation, so why should we seek experimentation through something we know?

How difficult should the whole apocalyptic collapse of human awakening become, to realize that we do not need a renovation, but on the contrary, we have engraved in us the trump card of preferences in awakening?
How much more investigation will we have to regulate, in the extension of a broader knowledge than any possible answer to which we will never find out the question?

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The abundance of temptations can be a smart buffet, but anyone who has had five minutes of good spiritual need already knows the truth.
Therefore, perhaps, tolerance must include pursuing the truth without conquering the cry of glory, these are just words of strength for those who struggle to be themselves.

I don't ask for anything in return, if that's my change now, I earned it; I enlightened her so I changed her, always adapting to the sufferings of others.
If we always choose the ode to love, why should it be through the danger of losing it first?

In the atlas of memories of an abstract world, and when many describe to me what our capitulation looks like, I see the description, I feel how suffering suffers, but I am no longer afraid of light.

Anka

22nd July 2021, 02:59

My dear friends,

If humans were humans, just as birds are birds, then their wings would not grow inside them.

I am writing to you, with my eyes closed, because the stranger in my mirror tells me "Go on" while the suffering deafens me and I hear your voices towards reason and longing for truth and love for the country of our heart.

It's been a long time since we've actually never spoken.
Wherever you are now in the world, don't forget that I am at this end, for you, still, a part of me, of what is and always have been.

My devotion to life has brought me the reward of the idea of charity in caring for you in duty for all others.
And here I am, happily broken into billions of gigantic pieces, screaming in silence after a drop of glue from another world, to unite unity to the value of the primordial whole in this one. And that's just to share a vanilla ice cream with large pieces of peaches.

Do you remember how much you wanted to remember who you are? I have to tell you that this is not a legitimization and I have to be honest and tell you that this is a recommendation.

If you were true, that's what I could find in you. If you will be, then everything will split between the whole and all the we could be the billions of all that we are free inside the "All the worldly We".
It doesn't matter how too far you go until you find a friendship similar to the one you are meant to offer to anyone.
If you will, I don't mind...If "mind" then because "soul" means everything, the heart will shepherd the "truth"!
Even if I have left the world, the world within me has not left me, even if I am far from me, you, my friends, are closer to me!
With a grace of gratitude, all of you...just...thank you...:bearhug:

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With embraces of harmony, I write you a letter out of billions of letters under the rule of the mastery of loving epistolary addressing under the sincere spirit of the aegis: that all will be well in the world.
The truth If you were, I can be for you the friendship that all souls have light of! Never the same and always something for the others.

Your help in the connection between the computer screen and the paper of my mind, dates me back to the fact that I can always and forever say that in 10 years it is truly a wonderful story, preserved in the absence of space and time.

Our total friendship has not been, is not and will not be, IT exists as a holy and consecrated independence of itself, needless to say, it emanates itself in multitudes of life sparkles.

The news from you, in the multitude of thoughts crowded in my limited time, is like a workshop of the heart in a world whose time is even more limited.

If I broke this letter into billions of pieces flying through the air, it would be because counting time is over, and play time has turned into love, and if I can't find the matches for art craft of
definition of friendship, then I will help you find all the puzzle pieces as complete as possible for a whole anniversary image of the knowledge and wisdom of living the last moments in gratitude for the act brought to completion.:flower:
I rejoice in the blessed work of starting together holding billions of hands together on an irreversible path, proof of the most sufficient place on this earth, where we learn to know the way home together, with the house of the heart in the house of the soul treading with life and increase in growth.

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"littera gesta docet" must have no interpretation in our friendship beyond the love of truth, the rest is just the harmonious communion of a fragrant hot tea, in an unchanging world of the same time when people are different every second.
The home page always gives us to receive what we have offered, because we deserve everything we know is not allowed, because everything we do not deserve is allowed.

One soul can accumulate the equality of many billions of sorrows and billions of souls have kept my heart clinging to the peak of truth; while with a handful of pills they showed me how I can fall out of the connection, without the light of the water, we all die of thirst, without thirst, we would not have known any sweetness of life.

Whatever we try to do for now, nothing remains the same in the past, while the future swallows us in the secret of its continuity, the value of your volunteering to agonize wisdom for others and to store it to help in dark days, kidnaps me my attention when I jump over any kind of abyss.
The structure of eventual mediation will hold together the souls of the people in more and more warrior times;

Humanity must not collapse between paleo signs zig-zag opening and exclusivity in the conceptual legionary unmasking thesis
Avant-garde virtue is not a department of our sojourn on this earth, virtue is not a post-cultural cave, it is the beautiful nostalgia of the roots in non-bilingual metaphysical editions of the methodology of the will of the power to adopt the unknown at the planetary level exponentially interdependent human-intrinsic.

The mystery does not lie between opportunism and naivety when we want to rise to the battle, force is always the center and the battle is irrelevant without first preserving victory.

Whoever fights for the destiny of friendship at the height of deep humanity, will collapse in less than a second, if he does not know what an eminently clear calculation between the equivalent of 1 = 8 billion means.
So you see, ...It's not about us,...It's not about our friendship,...It is about recovering the creative assembly to create billions of forces united in themselves altogether:flower:

As much as the awakening of falling from too high for the weight of wisdom that keeps us all in the air.
A world in the arena of change distribution, as it is today, which throws itself into heavy battles with the impossible, mediating the collapse and resuscitation at the level of the structure of debate and reflection outside the absolute, so necessary,
she will finally find the notion of the Force that moves the mountains from place to place in the archipelago, still called humanity as it is already self-implanted in the spark of prime human divine first engineering.

Easy to obtain, hard to aim.

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The path of our human career will bring us together without knowing how, there is no need to claim coherence when human duty is on both sides of the barricade.
I am here to declare, dedicating the preservation of friendship between people, at a colossal-managerial-intentional level!
We are the revolution, we all write the century of friendship, the adventure documents the detail of this moment, ...If you feel it,...close your eyes and sanctify those around you
they have been waiting too long.

No matter how lonely you are now, don't forget that I am too, You can inaugurate the Unpublished unknown at this moment, now.

Make me live; Represent = me in front of =your truth, connect the bridge of friendship, show me how real I am to understand just way "How".

I live in the basements of archives of unwritten and unread pages, but I mean everything to be able to name any friend,...If you're there,...If you hear me
This was the most beautiful friendship story in the manuscript of your real appearance that I will never know.

Remember, we will never meet precisely because we are so close in billions of souls, if you can see with the eyes of my heart, then I know I can breathe Your light.
Yet,
in duty to be a-life,
Anca

Anka

23rd July 2021, 01:12

Dystopia of a world in the hypnosis of the state of "delete" by default

And the land of our dreams, beyond the world.

We are married to a collapsing world and we are breaking with new paradigms that impede the past.

Re-calibration and restructuring therapy, forms an idyll with a touch of self-destruction and mannerisms...optimism flooded the last pure hope, by segmenting the intellectual property of the heart, under the brand:

"Imagine, if you will, a world ruled by psychopaths"

Everything is too explicit and too over-manifested, dictated in everyday-modern proportions that no longer make the difference between the tangible unnatural framework of the de-limitation of the mind.

And the Discipline of Capacity through its very Essence, to reveal the structural creative language of the phenomena that enter the incidence of the most infinite senses
of The purpose of the investigative understanding of the creative instrument close to the Unknown.

The entrance to the city of knowledge is made on the bridge of unconditional geos-Inlet of Love, no matter in which field we will activate, the spiritual being of today and even more so the ancient humanity of tomorrow's beings, must possess a thorough training in the science of love as act of culture of the origin of life, is one of the billions of fundamental ways of forming the human spark...

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And it is made with much effort determination and very simple loving way; When the style is important, the intellect proves the genius of performance to have patience in the flames of the staged challenge. I am one irretrievable being.
In the involuntary complication of deciphering the heart in the amalgam of the conviction that, aesthetically, we all fulfill the dissolution of the Sanctuary of old Consciousness in the last half second...this speed, it becomes immeasurable.

Methods to digest this world...they are not easy logic, the exercise of imagination must not become an emblem of blindness in the epidemic, helplessness and fear ...are made of half indifference and half evil.

How close we are to this point of human evolution of wanting "always and always more and more" in the heavy voltage deadly needles.
It always matters to keep moving, if the determination of the needle is to sting, then he will never have to find the landmark.
Nostalgia fragments our eternity of a single moment and the pilgrimage to a hypothetical future at the heart of the inexhaustible generosity of time and the benevolent rebirth of the greatness of being first merciful, is here.
Life is a permanent miracle, without any overflowing enthusiasm, simplicity is the basis, have you practiced it lately?:heart:

Do you realize, where your screen shows you this, that the fact that I can talk to you and you can listen to me means that, in each of us, billions of connections have to work simultaneously?

Touch the flavor of the feelings of light that spectrum me, I am more humble than any portion of health and happiness You could Heal in me, if you can...just be.
The call of my lyrical self, reveal the gratitude of the self to distribute your desire for me to emit the confident rhythm of the world's hopes.Make me the Homeland of immemorial times in the Queen of living that future that we all see, it is not for you or me, it is for what we all should human be.
Don't be afraid to reach out to people, they are your truth! Honor them!:bearhug:
We lack one being and our whole universe remains just empty, fullness has no measure in the vacuum of knowledge.

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The name of the most unknown being on this planet is written with a pencil in hand and a good heart, and the purpose of meeting everyone in the atlas of the clouds of this planet, in a world left without a sky, is the sense of empathy to differentiate between humans and androids.

If you are a memory donor, or a recipient of the future, If your gift is actually a guilt that you live in a world at the risk of losing everything for a good ...very good emotion, If your moment loads the chance to return to the lost paradise of the times of human origins, and if Your central light repeatedly falls on my extremes wasted by the matter of humanity in me...please
Don't hesitate to call me!

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The start for the most complex machine in the world flows through our veins, it is not from the base of the mind - I do not need an instrument that feels in my place the heartbeat, the mystical introduction on the sufficient path from one to infinity is only a preliminary discourse about truth and its usefulness only as the first phase of introduction in the beginning...

Revolutionize the joy of the glittering sparkling guide deep inside you, listen to freedom, be the author of your own letter to me, teach me to overcome all my prejudices, teach me to be human with billions of hearts together!
This is our world, this is my dream, an inquiry into Romanian alchemy, it pushes me to say that you are human, It conquers me to say that we ALL are!

My favorite book is just an impulse beyond the world to stay awake, IF YOU ARE, put the world aside, read on and delay your mind...
feel! with heart...It is not necessary to opt in simultaneous functions of illusory integrity, you will lose the soul of billions of hearts from hundreds.
If
"America is on a bad trip. The country has lost its way psychologically." James Kunstler

And the bloodthirsty Europe is fighting the self battle of load-barbarism implicitly established,

do not forget that good and evil are hidden in plain sight, do not repudiate the only expertise you have: to be.

ON the road by default to: "Make Humanity great again!”
Anca

Everlast

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