Snow whites crowned with mystery,
labeled as pure,
a mirage of his alluring love,
beauty as he seems.
Cold and bold, sharp and cruel.
He conquers with his aggression.
He fuels your vengeance as the reason.
Then he stings as you rest in him.
Sleep not, rest not;
walk on by.
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Interpret your own voice.
I was left alone to discover my own.
Everyone has someone there when in time of need;
always.
Where were You.
In the mundane, I find the spiritual–
in there, I find solace.
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Interpret your own voice.
War against all of
The Way.
Condemnation to us who are hated and rejected by
leaders of what it was;
because we are open to You.
They sentenced us in the furnace, yet
fire and blood fuel our demon souls.
We are not hardened,
still open to You– with
hearts that are willing to listen and be changed.
We shall reenter Your House,
again…
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Humanism is devoid of deities.
Theism is a matter of theories and myths; as it is with
modes of worship, or not.
The need to be right roots in survivorship.
What is important is that one can and is free to choose.
We choose our own salvation.
Choose to purify our minds.
If sacrifice is a must, so we ought to
conform not to the world,
for the world knows not about You–
the source of inspiration;
magical color, forms, texture, and composition and emotions.
True devotion requires offering of our bodies.
We are a varying bodies of energy and vibrations of creativity.
We transform of our minds continuously–
being mindful,
ever renewing for
Your sake—
promoting well-being and love.
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We went looking for You.
Questions and answers continue.
Arguments and disagreements ensue.
Small still voices remain…
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Who am I.
I assumed a Germanic name.
My heart sings in Italian.
The mother given to me is a china.
Where am I going.
Endowed with a ride, a guide; most importantly,
a longing childish heart who wants to find
You.
Tell us the stories.
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Replace fears with rational understandings.
Suspend judgments.
Question everything.
Purify our minds.
Develop infinite love and compassion.
Be free.
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Hello.
Today marks day two of my journey.
Already you have left me,
so it seems.
Fear and Frustration lead my people to You,
to lessen our desires; as well as
to allow us calmly and courageously accept our plight—
accept things we can not change;
or is it purely our attachment issues:
whether it is anxious, secure or insecure.
A lonely loner,
I was crowned an orphan.
I bore the Truth of my people–
Suffering is our given role.
Desire and greed lead us dissatisfied.
So to find You,
we must let go,
walk the narrow path,
take the middle way.
Does abandonment equate to non-existence.
As I was conceived in the heat of your passions,
now without a root.
Our Belief supports the Truth—
the lack of evidence.
Regardless, Heaven is in our hearts;
we sought, thought, and then
we acted.
Such is our nervous system,
the amazing network of cells.
The spectacular growth of our brain,
something intriguing is going on behind the scenes.
Unto our journey…
Seeking.
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Hello,
Here I am.
Late…but you know because I hesitated.
So now, I am ready to begin
my journey–
Seeking you,
Your wisdom, your directions and just being with you.
Let us start my dare,
to dream about what our future might hold.
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Artists create.
We seek, we feel and we act.
Good art evokes emotions,
provokes thoughts,
ultimately makes us move.
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