the life we live is a different world to each of us. we take this life through our own eyes and begin to interpret...
What and how we interpret characteristics of reality depends on the width and lenght space and patience of our open eyes, where are eyes...like flowers open to the truth as true as a flower opens to the sun which never truly leaves for long.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Something a part of Mind wanted Me to Know.
My will supresses me. My Freedom oppresses me. Justice distracts me. While evil attacks me.
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