Taste the Cause
Do not underestimate the virtue of the cause,
limitation of a way out that attention draws.
The teachers claim and to be sane in time,
essence of balance in no refrain.
While the mystic touches perfection,
making empty of himself every reflection.
The heart of human creation in experience,
the life within and without its the serious.
Divine impressions of the human soul,
expressions that makes the artist whole.
Nature vision and presence divine,
the power of the willing spirit’s claim.
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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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