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The Mosaic


Once upon a spherical time in state of dream,

absolute intelligence created a theatrical scene.

The unborn Lord making a puzzle of himself,

to establish mysteries and ingenuity to be more the self.

A game by gigantic life force energies to proceed,

all living souls having sense abilities as lead.

The aim of the puzzle is to establish truth condition,

to be the observer and being the observed submission.

 

Mental expansion in contented joy and play of nature,

the spirit as fountain of life complete rapture.

Conscience development become the fruits of time,

taken the individual on another sphere of refine.

The deed of life throws light on purpose forces,

identifying behavior and talented sources.

 

The truth of oneself as freedom interpretation seen,

souls light as inspiration responsibilities keen.

The puzzle as wheel in the wheel has it season,

when fortunes are the driving forces and treason.

Moral order has the texture of invincible,

not applied creates a wrath easy despicable.

Forces as misplaced self-interests become clear,

indomitable power to guard the intellect to fear.

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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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