truth-of-life

If you desire to be rich with joy, you have to be truly dedicated to God and His work

The Truth is, __ne sky, all human's !

Maybe we have shoes so we can learn to walk in another's oath before judging their footsteps?

The ultimate goal of humanity is knowledge.

Expressing doubt is how we begin a journey to discover essential truths.

Like a sponge, we absorb, not liquid, but energy. Each morning we wake up as a fresh, dry sponge, ready to take in the world around us. Throughout the day, we interact with people, various energies, and a range of vibration. Each time, we absorb energy _ either a small amount or a great deal _ depending on whether the contact is direct or residual. And when we are filled to the point that we can absorb no more, we sometimes feel like we might explode. We know this bursting point _ it reveals itself in our over-stimulated, over-stressed, near-crazy minds. Sleep often releases the energetic buildup, yet meditation works just as well. Meditation throughout the day __rings out_ our soggy, spongy selves. Deliberate mindfulness in the present moment can keep us from absorbing things we don__ resonate with, so that we no longer reach the point of mental breakdowns or emotional overloads.

You have to be an artist and a madman...

Never underestimate the power you have to take your life in a new direction.

Tell them a lie big enough, they'll worship you as a sage. Tell them a truth big enough and they'll mock you.

Question like a child, reason like an adult, and write like a sage.

There__ an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.

There is one truth that we all are born with, The Death. In between the birth and the death, we are given an opportunity to seek the source of the ultimate truth. But the distractions and our ego often limits our existence to our shape and intellect, which grows with time but just like desires to live more.

The deeds of the light are goodness, righteousness and faithfulness

Some of the simplest of truths are also some of the most difficult of truths, but such is Christianity: 'If it's not about Christ, it's not about life.

Talented writers etched the story detailing the travails of broken souls numerous times. The poets recounted an equal amount of times the lucent tears of human laughter and weeping sorrow. Everyone understands bitterness and joy. Conversely, the most evocative aspects of human beings, the bewildering clarification of their ambiguous natures, are virtually indefinable and therefore unutterable. Written testaments to love, truth, beauty, and adoration of nature are inherently weak because words fail to convey what a person experiences inside the spaces that compose their chemical field.

Every day is an opportunity to stand in awe when witnessing the overpowering presence of nature, an apt time to pay reverence for the inestimable beauty of life. I must remain mindful to live in an ethical manner by paying attention to the threat of injustice towards other people and resist capitulating to the absurdity of being a finite body born into infinite space and time. I am part of the world, a spar in a sacred composition, a body of energy suspended in the cosmos. I seek to create a poetic personal testament to life. When I pivot and turn away from fixating upon the cruel artifices of my encysted orbit to face and outwardly embrace the cleansing swirl of heaven__ windmill, I feel gusting in the shank of my marrow the thump of onrushing primordial truths, the electric flush of those ineffable couplets of life that one may not utter.

It's not that I believe everything happens for a reason, it's just that...I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.

Dear God, Thank you for waking me up today and for your everlasting love and never ending mercy and for my blessed day ahead.