11 December 2011
I Hear the whispear of the wind when it rush against the leaves of the trees. The oceanic sound of Imaginary waves that lifts my souls to places beyond our world.
I am but one among many and many among one. I am the creation.. The result of love. The end equation of 1+1. I am perfect within my imperfections.
Who am I to call my creator imperfect?. How could there still be man that says that there's no god? When I can see him on the blooming flower. On the face of a new born child. On the clouds above..
I can hear the voice of my creator on the waves of the ocean and on the winds of the hurracaine. I feel his presence around the healthy and the ill. Around the ones happy and around those in sadness.
And I too sometimes can see his footsteps on the sand..
I Hear • Opuss № I