I circle my futures, and each circle takes me for ever.
Gurus
Gurus often do not see anything ~ it is too bright for them.
Enough
My love is always my universe. My love is always awake. My love is always enough.
Graduated
I have graduated but I am not stopping~ what I have been seeking now seeks me.
ilia Kramarick 7 years old
Returning Home
Inside the womb immortality desires passion of the mortality. And the preborn life feels the load of the born view.
Will audience applaud our virtual memory or will our memory become our decision apart from this life? Who will be the ones catching the view?
Mortality feels so vulnerable as it lusts after immortality. And it only takes a momentary earthly tremble to lose the memory of the eternal perspective.
So complex, our broken hearts return to their designer to be fixed. We are all museums. We all return to the Essence. And today our path is completely vertical.
Reflections for “Returning Home”
Conception and death are the only ones who enter and leave you with civilized arrangement of existence.
Destiny is a target. God is a bow. The soul is an arrow.
Courage like an insulation coats destinies.
There are no farewells.
Mortality balances immortality.
Spirit fulfills its promises.
Awakening the concrete eyes we spend infinity teaching them to see.
Life in spirit is pregnant with expressions.
In order to choose the right path you do not have to figure out the wrong one, but you still might have to cross it.
Nourishing the roots of longevity does not guarantee the immortality.
Those who encountered love, know there is life after this.
and this is from his sister Akiane now 15 who also does the most amazing art, I have found them very inspirational and hope you do to.
poetry by children
Posted - Apr 04 2010 : 02:55:39 AM
