The Oracle
The old white bearded man spoke in soft voice,
in front of the seated crowd in elegant poise.
Honor is a divine spark that has a hidden affect,
the mask of vanity and truth attract every soul prospect.
Ancient prophesies have risen from the depths of hell,
into the masked faces - impossible to break the spell.
Every desire in life has its answers what needs to be done,
if it were not so, creation would not have gone on.
The soul in body and part of earth spirit entity,
speaks in natures equilibrium and diversity.
Respecting natures elements become the walking on water,
sparking manifestation reaching honorable boarder.
The domain of oneself in God himself perception,
the love-steam in change of heart reception.
The lockup pointed to the wisdom point break,
needed to be attained in that grateful solitude.
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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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