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Happy ever after


 

Why is it, when looking at the stars that I feel so at home?

sensing safety in that nebulous couch superdome.

Recreational abundance from the elixir of immortality,

waltzing with Aphrodite and planets symphonies.

Remembering clear that I was a king in many lives before,

and my purpose was to be, the ‘love’ for all to adore.

In a another life story I was the maiden to serve my duty,

providing the unconditional sense of beauty.

As young poet to paint new visions,

short, tragic, magic transitions.

As tradesman learning the sense of values in places,

given the prize in time distinguished traces.

The honor of being the teacher providing knowledge,

values of respected discipline patronage.

Liberation from living with masters in monasteries,

being the ever student with Mercury and Jupiter in Aries.

Able to face the tragedy in forced isolation,

creating space for the subtle gestalt vacation.

Being that child again in exuberant loving expression,

feeling that everything is a magical session.

Our celestial den has space for every creature,

and many ideal black whole wishing feature.

Fallen stars and new moon darkness bright,

the promise of the happy ever after just in sight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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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