The Tiniest Bird
Who was it that heard the word of the tiniest bird and heard what it spoke that was full of such love and life that it fell from above - who was it that heard this dove.
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Who was it that heard the word of the tiniest bird and heard what it spoke that was full of such love and life that it fell from above - who was it that heard this dove.
The person who loves you has picked you out of the great mass of uncreated clay which is humanity to make something out of, and the poor lumpish clay which is you wants to find out what it has been...
~Just a little piece I wrote in English.
I am a god Because I have the power of life or death over thousands, millions even billions of life forms all around me...
Recommended soundtrack: "life and death" http://snd.sc/dVselL My journey continues as it passes through steep hills made of choices that keep altering my way ahead.
We was almost perfectly aligned. A parallel universe had a body similar to mine. We used to think the same way but we separated our minds.
Raining rainbow maze,. Under heavens misted haze,. Where angels sing and pluck harps,. Learning life's long songs,. As rainbows dance in arcs,. A mirage of mirrors,. Under pearly white clouds,.
Into this murky murk. One-way; no choice. Are those moths fooled. Temporary temptation or chapter two. There are more, but no one counts. Another. Dim. Gone... Bright. "Less dark" is more suitable.
Sleep may evade you sometimes But your dreams will still come true Don't you dare give up now I'm watching over you.
@nightdweller @October Vagrant spirit at the wick Sometimes dancing lunatic Other moments - coiled, hypnotic Finger beckons - hot, erotic.
Inspired by the incredibly talented @wolfie post "Book Of Flaws" I hope you don't mind mate I flicked through and found my name eventually in the index I was a little confused as a few, not many,...
Light, delicate, soft whispers of wind,. The whooshing wonder where angels take wing,. A hurricane's element, so changeable and strange,. What a brilliant mystery, with the greatest range,.
It quickens and it slows, In opposite directions, It teases and it taunts, And it plays with my affections.
(A little metaphorical story) I watched it drop, falling to earth. To craters and holes, it gave birth. Not stopping, just rolling, rolling around. Until God found his remaining pound.
Dawn to dusk, Sunrise or sunset, Blonde or brunette. Crescent or full, White or black, The sky is back. Midnight to morn, Noon is the middle, Is this some riddle.
Tranquil serenity, most peaceful by far,. The flickering shadow beneath the stars,. Such a brilliant sadness, wonderful, true,. Liquid beauty, eternal, ever so blue,. Lit by fires that rest in flies,.
#soppy. I have a patent pending. For a past life's dream. So you cannot be stolen. And taken away from me. Perfections in beauty internal. A true mythical goddess external.
to my lover, my patner in love, my opposite, a prisoner, as you, my love are trapped, I am boundless, Limitless, time freezes and i am walking within time. am walking along time, in time. i control...
I am a little twinkling star. A-shining down on thee. And I'm looking for some others. To keep me company. As I look from the heavens. Down on the Earth below. Beating hearts, I see by the dozen.
Half full of blood sunset, And half full of cold ice, A dash of gold, A splash of ink, And moonlight will suffice.
Creating hope for a life lost in a dream within a dream, found in a memory and left as a side note for a traveling follower.
#acorn #myworld Crystalline shards of, A world made from glass, With frosted ice mirrors, An era to pass. So fragile crafted, Not ready for war, As though it was drafted, To drift out of lore.
There's a great library in the sky, And it's filled to the top with books. Each has a different author, But none can be borrowed or took.
Silent whispers of what was, Leaves falling down because... Everything has a eventual end And back to its beginnings, it must descend. In the beginning we are all the same.