The Creator's sacrifice in the granting

That emergence, whose emergence finds mention of what has been experienced, pays tribute to the incalculable power. Touched by the being's faith strives for the moment's expanse in the favoured seeing. Allowing passage of the experiencer bends the power of the neighbour, guided by the clear round dance. Every voice that is lifted up, beautifies the sound of the world's soul, hidden in the cleft path. The wrath feeds, [...]

Collaterals of abuse

Des Handlung Fügung Sinne berührt, deren Erleben des Auslöschens Erinnerung fügt. Freudigkeit jene Einseitigkeit verwebt, deren Lust jedwed ungestillt. Ergreifend des Besitzens Glück des Lebens Weges ziert, unbändig in des Erfolges Farben. Verwoben all des Dranges Kraft des zünden Muss der Kraft gefügt, des Mitlaufs Freude Untertan im unkenntlich Geschehen. Jener Abtrünnige, des Ausrichtens Stille […]

Creation darkens power

That first hurtfulness underlies a greed of having and being, whose ceaselessness of limits is incalculable. The foreign good lustfully intertwined in the game of life, anger's cunning boasts itself as the trinity of that which is attainable in darkness. Matt light of the cunning child's river, granting that unreasonableness a rushing end sound, heard in vain way. Forgotten [...]

Indifference to boredom

The action in the endeavour of the creator completes the circles of life's work. The next follows before the one, pleasing in the vortex of the catching goal. Surrounded by that exceptionality whose neighbouring simplicity is less noticed. Being after being gives birth to the gaze of the attainer, the question of what about is rearranged. That pleasure of abundance corresponds to form, of custom must be unadorned. [...]

Being alone adorns being alone

The spark's providence is revealed in the dark. That glow unrecognised in the light, it denies the view of all that surrounds it. That place, whose concession free of the care of one away from all, draws the trace of the eternally connected. Every turning away mocks the having at the end of the darkness before the being of the fog. No one's vision thwarts [...]

Wish the lies comfort

Accepting the happenings of being, settled in all that is. The edge of dreams shatters on the wall of the unhappened, the courage of hope vanishes. Every action promises the blink of an eye, followed by the silence of the lip: prudent in the clouding of the eye. Immortalises all that is far from the goal, leaving it in the must of action. The richness of the fullness of [...]

Arbitrariness far removed from authorisation

The call resembles the voice whose courage opposes the defence. That irrepressible, exhausted at the limits of life, reveals the way of behaviour. Divided by the urge of another's fulfilment, the being turns away from its own, submissive to obscure power. That way believed dead, whose word springs from the innermost, humiliated by the self's revocation. The damage [...]

The image's intrinsic value

That structure which carries the destructive within itself submits to the disintegration of the rest. Everything impossible as energy prevails, incomprehensible in its entirety. The invisibility of exploration is a reflection of the return of those processes whose dubiousness tires unbelieving minds. Contemplating the sound of power, the created burst in depth upon itself, the judgement of ignorance hastened ahead. The uplifting of treasures [...]

Addiction to spiritual infestation

That which is distorted, whose origin was in the poverty of the way, is forfeited in that which is commanded by error. Deprived of the habitual sense of understanding clarification, accomplished in the dead vitality of everything presented, educated to correctness. Every other renounces the form of dependence, falls victim to the expulsion of either or connection. Intended to be honoured in the progress of [...]

Fear of silence

This world is afraid of SILENCE - SILENCE IN A LOUD WORLD The peace that everyone wants on the outside seems to block itself because of inner war. The words are hard, yet they harbour a softness that hints at the fear of absolute nakedness. To be who we really [...]

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