The morning wash ends the somnolence by empowering us to meet the dawn with the renewed trust in the light. That was what I experienced while reading the ENREAL’s poetry. Her hearty words awake and put me to shame for my weepy looking at a mirror. Yes, freedom is the key, but how do I use this precious gift?
Thank you dear ENREAL. You verses freed me from my thoughts to rest in the shelter of the beauty of ironic musing. I don’t want hide myself in my brush strokes anymore and joyfully say Hello! Let the humble word ‘Thank You’ becomes our road stick. It will work like the magic wand that can change the entire life.
typically we visualize our future as the fulfillment of the current dreams and the beauty mesmerizes. However, the direction of our thoughts confuses. Just think. While our dreams are used to inhabit the fairy tales, these glorious stories start as something on once upon a time.
When somebody sets at the wheel, he don’t question himself “what use is it?” but drives his car. I would like to do the same with my thoughts, but where is the wheel? Am I the driver or just a passenger?
I took of my spectacles and the dull surroundings became the amazing dance of the colors. The traffic signs vanished from sight, and It looked fine indeed. Even the bloody problems of the road safety look nice in the world of the Fine Art.
what is the use of the most wonderful car in case his gas-tank is empty?
The circumstances test us daily. Thus our response to the life challenge reveals our choice.
Do we talk about love, or love?
We need to answer for ourselves, either we are going to promote just own musing on life, or are we ready to hear indeed our neighbor?
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The thought on what will be picked by you from my posts silences my mournings for the limitations of the jobless disabled. Yet it is hard to talk calm. Just think. I have made the arrangement with the computer master. He will see what is yet possible to repair in my box. So, I will have the renewed “pen” for my writing to you again soon. I think so. the above looks just wonderful. Unfortunately, I had no idea on how I will pay for that favor . The thought on living as the eternal debtor is hard to bear, but I see no way to escape the painful destiny strokes.
I had the trauma in 1974 and my head bones were broken - I had the unforgettable walk on the edge of the death for a long, but was returned to live again. But since then I live as permanently sick and the jobless who fits just for the looking through his window… My situation is even more confusing, because I have no outward signs of any disability and therefore frequently face the wonder in the eyes of other for why do I not help myself by doing what looks as just ABC but beg for the gifts … My life is hard to grasp for the healthy, but do I have any other chance except the begging for your financial support?
I have omitted lots of details for not to share the complaints for my being alive till now. Factually, my needs are the endless and your generosity is only chance for moving further on.
God blesses you for all you will do for to support me. Thank you my dearest for your help to continue my walk through the life. I am eagerly looking forward to your emails and heartily thank you for your trust in me and the miracle to live.
A good many love to talk about the value of human relationships. That’s nice. However, the most are used to talk just with themselves… and thus people regret for others didn’t flame with enthusiasm at listening to them.
Do we need to wonder why does the sense of loneliness (the helplessness) spreads from sea to sea and rapidly expand the territory?
Our lovely bloging too was infected with that disease. Just think, while concern with the link exchange is great, how many are wiling to listen to other?
It is lovely to get the comments. It’s lovely indeed to hear “I love it”, but what does it mean? Can the polite “wow!” substitute the answer to our questions?
“If you think you are too small to be effective, you have never been in bed with a mosquito.” Betty Reese
Language checker corrects my writings and thus the computer decorates my posts. They look even nice. Just have a look here. However, the beauty hides the truth. My recent posts are just the reprints of the prior works. That’s easily to explain - my computer is switching of : main programs are lost already and the free space for posting is filled up too. I need purchase the credits for the additional space for the posting further but that’s impossible in my situation. Thus my blogging became the re-posting of my archives.
Language checker makes the posts look nice, but the improved grammar don’t change the truth … the disabled is impotent to live on his own… My financial worries prove my artworks aren’t the light. The truth humbles and takes of the mask of the Artist. The above may look like the complaint, but it is not thus - the truth frees me from my illusions and thus my sickness lifts up my eyes to God.
I was happy to discover this post . Epic story was forgotten at the bottom of my archives. However, the text looked worthy remembrance. Thus I’m reprinting it again.
when broken toys of our childhood awake on midnights in fairy tales, they cease being the toys - we welcome them as ourselves.
Why do we need to wait for so long? What does frighten our dreams in our day? What do you think?
Wow, my today gave me a good shake. I have grasped that while rejoicing at the Words of Inspiration and reading about the Enlightenment that comes from the comprehension of the spirituality, I was talking just about myself (only my own artworks were displayed on this blog). The awareness of the above awakened the thoughts, and thus the appropriate actions were made. I’m happy to put nice theories to practice. My dear, You are welcomed to the new page of the Candleday - to MY DISCOVERIES page.
