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We may have different points of arguments from perspectives of belief, faith and religion.But we must not hate each other. We are one human family.

We are brothers and sisters. We are a sacred family.

Love is the fruit of a sacred-soul.

How can we love the unseen God and hate the visible man?

Whatever is within your limit, do it to lift the souls of humankind.

We are not for ourselves. We live for the glory of Go

The sacredness of Christmas: glory to God in the highest holy heavens, peace on earth and goodwill to all people.

There is love in every heart.

Christmas is a sacred festival. It is celebration of Christ love for Humankind. And the love that bind us together.

The warrior of the night intercedes for the people.

May the God richly bless humankind.

Beautiful moments in life need no words for description. Living those moments and feeling the beauty suffices.

Things, and people, were always more beautiful when you were afraid to lose them.

I guess that sometimes it just takes a long walk through the darkness, a long walk through the darkest shadows and corners of your soul to realize that those are a part of you as well, that you've created through your experiences and thoughts those parts within yourself and as much as you can choose to fear them and repress them, they will require your attention one day, they will need your care and acceptance before you can clean them away and turn the lights on. For you refuse to shine the light on something that is imperfect, because you fear judgement and rejection, but you can always choose to look towards the light as the only source of true beauty and love that can help you in the cleaning process. Healing, after a long time of struggle and mess is a complex process, but a necessary one nevertheless. We are so overwhelmed by the amount of work it requires that we so often choose to run away from the light, hide in our dark corner and hope that we will never be found, hope that we will never be seen, or desperately look outwards for that love and compassion that we can no longer find within ourselves, for our soul's light no longer shines as it used to. And sometimes we just find those people that can see the light beneath all that dust and darkness that's been pilled up, those kind of light workers that understand our broken souls and manage to pick us up and see the beauty within us, when we find it so hard to see it ourselves. Sometimes I get so tired of separation, of division, of groups and different religions and belief systems. Even if you do find the truth, once you've put it into words, books and rules it already becomes distorted by the mind into something that is no longer truth. So I no longer hope for understanding, no longer hope for the opinion of a judgemental mind, but I hope to find the words that touch the soul before the mind, I hope to find the touch that warms the heart from deep inside, and hope to find that far away abandoned part of me which I've left behind.

Beautiful things happen when you believe, just open your heart and your mind to conceive.

The beauty of souls is like blossom flowers.

I checked my words carefully. Words more powerful than atom bombs and more cutting than AK-47s. People are fragile and words, not bullets will break them, and once they break every part of them spills out. Their soul, spirit, identity, ugliness, and their beauty. It__ all there, right in front of you if you know where to look. Most people see the ugly and I didn't want to become that. I thought I looked for beauty but then wondered why I often say such ugly things.

I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa