the way things
appear to us,
but not what
they really are;
our minds mold
and shape reality
to our own form
so that we can’t truly
know the actual
form of the reality
known by the senses.
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We are of God.
We are bone of Hisbone and fleshof His flesh by faith.
The ‘self’ or ‘persona’,
that perfects itselfby good works,that advances in thepractice of piety,attains the experience,that God is finally bornin the mystic seekerin a higher sense.
A poetleavesthe ground
and a great sense of destiny.A poet is on his searchof beingon the true wayafter years of waitingand wondering and foolingaround without findingthe source andshore.
While she
sufferings hidden,her interior crucifixionwould reach sucha state that evenher vocation wasobscured and allbut unrecognizable.Shaken to her core,she once againsurrendered her callto the silent voiceshe had once heard so clearly.(Written about Mother Theresa)
Mellowed to that tender light
on starry skiescloudless climes,on elysian fields,the realm of beauty.I felt the nameless grace on her face,softly lightens her little eyes,serene expression of delight,love and surprise.The angel of the Lordtook the wings of a beautiful butterflycame to her sweet dwelling place,serene, pure and full of grace.On that cheek and over that browthe angel kissed.It is goodness…
All blessings really come from God.
everything is futile and of no worth.Our greatest and highest goodis always in the mind of God.We desire for a world of comfort.But such a desire, will it lead to joy?God alone knows our future.God is the Lord of the pastand present and future.God will grand your prayersonly if it will become good for you.