who is here
and everyone
that will come
in your life.
Let us share a
serene moment
during this meditation
and send out wishes
of Healing Blessings
and Greater Love
to all who need it.
Sincere and limitless
be all these blessings.
I love all my PH friends.
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God is nearer to us
For he is the groundin whom our soul standsand hekeepsthe substanceand sensuality together,so that they shall never part.
मैं तेरा बच्चा हूं माँ – Poem by Ankit Raj Goyal
मैं खुद से नहीं आया हूँ माँभगवान के फरिश्ते उड़ के आए थे कोक में तेरीदूर मेहरबा जन्नत से कहींऔर चुपके से मुझे सोंप के चले गए थे कोक में तेरीमैं खुद से नहीं आया हूँ माँभगवान की मर्जी का भेजा हुआ हूँ मैं माँमैं बहुत खुश था मेरे नए प्यार के पालने मेंतेरी पाक…
Invisible light of heaven
If we could see it,we would see the billionsof points of lightcoming together in the faceand blaze of a sun that wouldmake all the darknessand cruelty of lifevanish completely.
Hello dear Antony,
Я твой ребенок, мама.Моя душа не сама вошла в тебя.Ангелы прилетели с небесИ впустили меня в тою святую утробу.Моя душа не сама вошла в тебя,Так захотел Бог.Я был так счастлив в своей новой пещере любви,В твоей святой утробе,Где я мирно спал.И ангелы за мной наблюдали.Они молились обо мне,чтобы со мной ничего не случилось,И я появился…
God is infinite intelligence
through infinite dimensions.Look o Poets! ! !in the vast expanse of consciousness.(This was published in Poetfreak under the name of Genovamaaa. Genova was my beloved mother. She died at the young age of 38. I want to keep her name alive as long as I am alive) .
The mystic has always been confronted
The intensity of the darknessand the expression of the inexpressiblebecomes a problem in thinking and portraying.The mystic’s insights erupt fromdepths of truth unplumbed bythe discursive intellect.
When it comes
And becomes ours
Worth so much more,
Than any other power
As all heavenly Stars
Bless
Our finest hour.
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Written glory,
Poetry,Must speak to AllAnd hug us, tightly.
Gifted with good feelings
Evil feasts the devil,Hell, begets destructionAnd terrible unrest.Good is wisely chosen,Flowers that caress,Building, helping others,Is by far the best.
By the Sea,
Like the pussy catAnd the owl,Went to Sea,Happily,So care free,Love is simply,Heavenly.Just a Rhyme,To waste time,Sometimes Poets,Idiots be,Let off steam,In some stupidity,Feeling good,Felling free.
Poets communicate?
Thru rhyme and reason,In any season,They really do!Poets communicate with Light,And words that cause no fright,But try to alleviate the heart,And give unto Life and Love,A much clearer insight,Poets communicate with magic,Thru a world of words that tries,To make our petty lives less tragic.
No one knew they loved each other,
Their two souls had intertwined,With a Love so deep and blindThat they only saw each otherOnly lived for one anotherIn a Love more than sublime,Out of space and out of time.
Stopped by the pain
The hand stops feeling,But more the heart,Finally wakened, to realizeThat all that matters,Is how you Lie!