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The Game of subtleties


 

When taken past experience to future consequence,

one has very little or even nothing as reference.

Experiences from the past and its present handicap,

the same same and its changed attribute gab.

That where the times as one speaks,

giving gratitude to some obituaries squeaks.

What ever one thinks and hoping will be,

life reason regards no conventionality.

The truth is not acquired but discovered,

heart to heart and soul to soul smothered.

Thoughts and feelings in opposite direction,

devotion without wisdom is a salty water detection.

Greed brings success to the wicked,

virtue wins victory to righteous spirit gracefully fitted.

Faults and merits both serve as stepping stones,

to consume in self denial and moving towards divine thrones.

The pessimist follows the optimistic initiative,

while faith reaches beyond all human acquisitive.

Plurality is the beginning of life’s formation

it is in consciousness of unity all life’s culmination.

Ethics and morality are the scent of the individuality,

as the shade to the light and zero to the figure constantly.

As beauty finishes in simplicity,

with no power but as possessor of it definitely.

Only by rising above all facts we touch reality,

inward realization is the necessity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.

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