She couldn't help but notice him, eyes closed and his smile so bright. Jessi wondered what the older man was thinking about.
He sat all alone in the park and Jessi didn't mean to stare but he must have felt her eyes because he opened his and looked at her.
Embarrassed Jessi apologized and the gentleman waved her over. She went and sat on the bench.
He was in his early eighties, if she had to guess. His hair was grey with specks of black, when he smiled the lines next to his mouth were more defined and his charcoal colored eyes seemed to know a beautiful secret. He had this comfort to him and next to him Jessi felt at ease.
"You wanna know what I see and why I smile when I'm sitting all alo...
Offering of Good morning prayer to the creator God.
"Eye has no vision unless light is not there. Similarly human can't experience God unless spiritualism is not in one's thinking and action. Spiritualism in thinking transforms into action and act of spiritualism react on soul and only soul can see the God as eye can see the material world. Only soul has Godly characteristics but soul remains covered with Maya and spiritualism shatters the cover of that Maya. So that soul could meet with Soul's creator i.e. God and God frees you from every curses of this world.
"Spiritualism is the light for soul to see the God." "
With best regards.
Communicator Kumar India
And I want to run, far away and never look back. I need to find a solace place and forget everything that tears at my soul. But in reality I know I can't.
And I know what I need to let go of the most is the love that this heart holds for him still. Five years of giving all to a man that was never satisfied, a man constantly needing a fix of his addiction.
His addiction broke my heart time and time again, and every time it came to light, he swore it would be the last. Every time it was the same thing
"It's just texting with a friend, I only erased it because I thought you would get mad."
And I have never been given the chance to show that I wouldn't get mad at him for having friends becau...
La vida es un momento.
Un momento que puede llenarnos de diferentes sentimientos...
Al final, lo que importa es que vivamos y llenemos de los mejores recuerdos nuestras memorias.
You told me a story about flowers once,
How they’d never withdraw if you often remember the importance of watering them.
You told me a story about sunsets once,
How they’d never lose their charm if you watch them every night.
You told me endless stories about my beauty,
My powerful heart and strenuous will.
But here I am today, falsifying what you say.
Here I am today as the flowers withdrew and I miss the sunset every night.
Here I am today waiting to be watered again,
Forgetting that sometimes I need to be the one watering myself,
That only sometimes, I should watch that sunset and look so deeply into its beauty,
Even if I have to walk that shore alone; every night ....
Somos como el vaso más fino,
Ese que es de cristal,
Ese que si no tienes cuidado
Se puede lastimar,
Ese que si lo rompes
No se arreglará.
Part one !
Let’s do 10Yearschallenge!
It’s not just about looks or how much self grooming you have done, Let’s tell each other a lil story about us. How far we came and whats changed or achieved in us!
The last ten years, taught me a lot, I used be a girl who was stupid but innocent, emotionally damaged but can easily be fooled!! In 2009 I was a girl who was suffering emotionally after my mother passed away. This photo was after three years of her death!! I smile like nothing change, nothing happened I can handle the pain but deep down it was like hell! I wanted to die as soon as possible after death. And I never understood my siblings I always thought they are my biggest enemies they do...
Its my best friends birthday today, but he lives so many miles away from me... I know that he's lonely and I wish I could be there for him... but until then I'm going to have to wait till I get a chance to fly over to him.. sometime soon hopefully ❤
In the darkest hour, when I cannot breathe
Fear is on my chest, the weight of the world on me
Everything is crashing down, everything I had known
When I wonder if I'm all alone
I remember, I remember
You have always been faithful to me
I remember, I remember
Even when my own eyes could not see
You were there, always there
I will lift my eyes even in the pain
Above all the lies, I know You can make a way
I have seen giants fall, I have seen mountains move
I have seen waters part because of You
Song of the day. ❤️
In me, past, present, future meet
To hold long chiding conference.
My lusts usurp the present tense
And strangle Reason in his seat.
My loves leap through the future’s fence
To dance with dream-enfranchised feet.
In me the cave-man clasps the seer,
And garlanded Apollo goes
Chanting to Abraham’s deaf ear.
In me the tiger sniffs the rose.
Look in my heart, kind friends, and tremble,
Since there your elements assemble.
by Siegfried Sassoon
I lie on my back while water fills my lungs and pools in my mouth, preventing me of getting rest.
My veins turn against me, constricting my limbs and binding me to my so called sanctuary where I lay my head at night.
I scream and gurgle on deaf ears as a face that appears over me screams with greater authority and anger, assuring me that my resilient effort is futile.
The face resembles my own.
All who slumber soundly around me are unaware of my despair.
The face that looms above me looks tired, angry, even sadened.
I almost feel sympathy in the midst of my terror.
It is so cold, my feet begin to crackle from curling toes in an expression ...
Free feathered hugs and birthday cake for all!
Don't be shy. There is plenty to go around.
With love and thanks to all of you for your friendship and commitment to the #SkylarkChallenge over the past year.
From, Becca. 🐥💕
Que feo es morir
Pero morir de a poco
Sentirte cada día
Más y más roto.
Que tu corazón lata
Solo por latir
Que tus piernas caminen
Pero tú no quieras ir.
El aire que respiras
Se siente pesado
Todo lo que quieres
Está en otro lado.
Que feo es pensar
En todo y en nada
En tu mente cansada.
Que feo es gritar
Que feo es llorar
Sin razón, por vicio.
As a child of this vast universe I have heard this question from time to time.
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE?”
I have some thoughts of my own on this subject, like, “WHO CARES?”
or “WHY IS IT SO DAMN IMPORTANT?” Especially when there are so many other important questions that need to be answered like “WHEN WILL WE FIND A CURE FOR CANCER?” and “WHY ARE THERE STILL STARVING PEOPLE IN THE WORLD?”
However I have come to the conclusion the answer to that one question would answer all other questions hands down!
It’s really very simple people.
THE MEANING OF LIFE IS TO COME INTO THIS WORLD IN PEACE, DO WHAT YOU CAN FOR ONE ANOTHER WITH LOVE IN YOUR HEARTS, LEARN FROM EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE, BE HU...
Can you tell me...what means happiness for you?
Is a box of feelings or just it is inexplicable?
I’m waiting for your answer
¿A DÓNDE VAS MIRADA?
De lejosbobservo cada movimiento
Cada sonrisa que a ella le regalas
Sus pupilas paracen ser estrellas miradas desde un telescopio
Entonces, ella mira tu rostro que demuestra tan bella sutileza
Y por un instante las horas, los minutos se hacen extensos
¿A dónde vas mirada?
¿Por qué no te quedas?
No existe espacio que no esté presente
No existe espera si lo hay demora
Y cuando se acerca el final
La salida de lo extenso y la entrada de mi recuerdo que fue pobrecito como la estameña
Pienso que cada que tus ojos traspasan la verdad
Anuncian solo una vez más el valor de tu Amistad
Sonrió y mencionó en mi mente
¡ Y yo sin amante!
Porque las personas sabias ...