Man yelled at God:
“God, you are just an illusion of mine.”
Will God reply him back saying:
“Man, dear son, you are an illusion of mine.”
He might passionately have longed for falling, but He couldn’t. He is too godly to be manly. The very urge of His to fall is life-breathed by the creation of man. The very urge to fall thus became the very heart of that creation. Then He blessed this heart with love to make sure the fall to be more intense.
My heart becomes a fallen angel and my body a pandemonium. Ah! Love – the Holy Sin of my heart.
In this world of virtual realities even if u could prove that you are so real the other might easily sarcastically neglect you saying:
“No, it never can be true. To be real is so unreal.”
“Being so true is like living a lie.”
Why it’s so tough to accept it? Why it’s so hard to acknowledge it?
I hate this….
Once upon a time, there was
There’s no beginning.
…for that queen, the kingdom and its subjects everything is this angelic little princess.
She didn’t listen to any Victory March, but tinkles and clanks of that princess’s mellifluous voice.
She didn’t know day and night, but she saw her little princess resting and rising up.
She didn’t see the sunshine, but she saw that princess’s radiant smiling face.
She never waited for a spring, but she forever longed for her princess’s ever-renewing loving kisses.
No prayers and no blessings contented her hearts, but her heart gracefully danced whenever her little princess told, “I love you.”
They have a fabulous nest not in the branches of this world but in an enchanting land of fairies where they grew inseparably one…
and lived happily ever after.There’s no ending.
Happy Birthday Vanessa.
Answering an unasked question. Maybe a realisation. whatever. Thanks to Dearestest Sparrow.
Genesis: “…And Abel also brought an offering—fat portions from some of the firstborn of his flock.”
*Giving the best.
Song of songs: “As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.” “As the apple tree among the trees of the wood so is my beloved among the sons. “
*Expressing the most.
There’s no God, no religion and neither any sacrament, but sacrifice of love. At this alter no other offering is acceptable except giving the best.
To my Dearestest Sparrow ❤
More passionately he approaches her, more intensely he kisses her after each time he falls back.
The inseparable love of shores and waves!
The waves whispered shores “Never fear even if I turned into a wild wave consuming you completely. For, you drive me crazy and I can’t be otherwise.”