To see a picture means to love, to hear its colors. Gratitude for what you have is the key to the Castle of Happiness. Colors combine the various problems of today with the spiritual values of the people and thus embody the latter in solving human dilemmas.
My diary was turned into the Arthiker blog by this thought. At least I was healed by it. Of course, that happened only thanks to you – due to your feedback about my sighs that reminded me of the power of art to save people by directing them to the light. Poetry, like any art, blooms but blooms only in the beds of your commentary.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery writes: “Condemning yourself is a lot harder than judging others. If you can judge yourself well, it will show that you are a real wise person.” Who wouldn’t want to be wise! Therefore I got out of bed and created my WordPress.com account. That’s why you see “a ..”, “b …” on your computer screens now, and guess, what’s going on here, right?
My eyes disappear in the bookshelf. Baron Munchausen, Dante’s Divine Comedy – all sorts of names flash, including Antoine de Saint-Exépery’s “Citadel”. “Time is not an hourglass that uses sand, but a cutter that binds the foot.” Maybe my account too will appear on someone’s bookshelf one day.
Are you more afraid of information from a TV reviewer, or sleeping near a snoring one?
Love is just one word, but how many meanings it contain! Let’s see. Some say they love themselves, others say they love their family. The authorities are urging us to love our city as well. As you can see, we already have three loves, and that’s not all. We are called to love God first and foremost. Sex and agape are certainly not the same, although they are named after the same word. In addition, people say that if we love God, we must love our enemies as well. Is that possible? What does it mean to love?
the pavement of the old town looked nice, but it was very difficult to go. anyway, now i’m happy for those troubles because I had to watch closely where I put my feet. That is why I saw the eyes looking at me from the pavement . Already the raised leg stagnates in the air. Would I dare to set my foot upon the stranger? I just couldn’t step on that unknown face . Therefore I took a picture of him and share it with you as a reminder “Be more attentive. The Earth Speaks . It Lives “
Visual thinking is always a slogan worth reflecting on.
While walking down a street in a search of self, I run into a wall by recognizing self in a plasterboard that sat me back in an awe . – Do you talk to me? – I questioned the wall. The eyeshot was silent like a mirror, and the mirrors never lie .
I used to do a lot of painting, but at exhibitions, I needed to give paintings names. So I had to retrain and become a poet. I see peace in the mirror, but the world sees the elders as a burden.
What is it? How do you call it? The rhetoric of wisdom, or the whims of personalities?
When I learned how to hold a pencil, getting to know the elementary enabled me to draw a sketch. Years have passed … now I have long enjoyed reading, the real art of understanding the world and myself. And that’s much more than browsing the internet for ABC links. Time taught me to know the letters that led me to the life of prayer. The sense of human being opened the door to the mystery of silence.