Every day you receive up to 300 e-mails at your virtual address. What do people write to you?
There is complicity between my readers and I. It seems that we see the same Universe, although both my readers and I have different answers.
Today’s Question by Aart Hilal
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If love could materialise Itself, we could not walk a path anymore. That's why Love is made of Wind.
Somewhere, anyway, Love could materialse, but in another dimension than ours. Where It is strong and hard. You could beat it, it never would break.
Here's the rock. It's much more than simplicity. It's Alchemy.
If love could materialise Itself, we could not walk a path anymore. That’s why Love is made of Wind.
Somewhere, anyway, Love could materialse, but in another dimension than ours. Where It is strong and hard. You could beat it, it never would break.
Here’s the rock. It’s much more than simplicity. It’s Alchemy.
Variety…makes life interesting.
Ah, beautiful.
This is going to be a bit of a long blah, but I shall indulge…
I was writing this today;
One night I had been asleep for about twenty minutes and awoke.
Child in bed above me, asleep, mumbled;
It wasn’t her right hand – it was cruel.
Bizarre, I thought.
The image of my dream just a second before, had been my hands…only they were not my hands, they belonged to a man, and I had been frozen, in dream, wondering whether to be bothered a little or a lot, (I was quite put out) waiting to smoke this dream cigarette from the hands….yeah, bizarre
SO, I thought,
Never? Can we be having the same dream?
BUT, just before bed, I had been writing on a notebook, and she had stood watching…”Each man kills the thing he loves….” Yes, cruel; If you only read the first line….but there was yet another;
I was writing with my right hand, unlike my child and the majority of other artists, who write with the left. Now, I had pondered this the other day, in my immediate surroundings, at least, I am a minority right handed person, but when I was growing up, they believed that left hands were rare and artistic, but also, in the Catholic schools, left-handed pupils were struck on the hand with a cane until they learned to use their right….yes, cruel.
But which meaning was true?
It wasn’t till my tired eyes fell upon a glittered belt, where I saw two shiny studs in the dark, in a row of dozens, I realized.
The point is;
There are many meanings for any one thing; probably more meanings than people to see them.
We can choose which to give importance to, sometimes our bad habits choose for us…
It may be a nice ‘feeling’ to see things the same as someone…but we can still BE nice, when we don’t….Total acceptance of diversity, it’s amazing….Love is not a feeling as much as a code of conduct, respect.
And I Love all you people coz I know we know that.
SO, beloved Paulo,
that (Both) your readers (sorry hehe) have different answers, is probably a Universal law of Truth….and something that Governments and nations should recognise for a change – we don’t need to all conform or agree….we can just BE
Love
xxxx
in every being’s heart there is a piece that longs to be at one with the universe. this part of us has never forgotten the truth. it understands ‘what is’. but our minds are so busy making up stories about the world and ourselves that we think we are separate and very often never ‘see’ at all. when people read the words of a man like paulo, something stirs in them and they begin to awaken… their hearts are excited… for he has found a way to enable us to touch the truth with our minds. so i can understand they would write to him, to share such a wonderful discovery!