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A ticket to ride


 

Faith is the substance in things hoped for evidence not seen,

science that is magic and works by its own keen.

Wherein at ease it takes one to wondering beyond,

almighty sensitive humor in believing fond.

Laws of living nature fit all to recycle every mood,

filling every curiosity and answers to amazements glued.

Wisdom from many lives delighted to prolong,

souls that hear the echoes through the crystal stone.

Dancing lights in their constant feast to be in joy alive,

intellectual throne and mystic seat to survive.

The abysmal deeps of individual personality,

will fail and perish with sore despair utterly.

The rational airy mind in confusion wrought,

and ticket to ride in the kingdom of thought.

Stardust by joy attracted and just dance,

hollow orb of sphere and fixed circumstance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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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