Dream are rightly the mirrors of our soul. I call them "The Theatre of seven Hells". They are very important for our spiritual development.
If I were to compare a human’s heart with the ocean, the water would be stagnant. If I were to name the ripples on the water surface…. Would it be happiness? Or anger? No. For this ocean, such a description is too shallow. If I want to know what lies upon the deep ocean floors… I would have to open my eyes in the stagnant water. Then swim downwards while enduring the icy deep kicking through the cold and heavy ocean waters. If I truly want to know the human known as myself….even if... there is nothing there.
So what if some don't love you
That just means they do not know your heart
Is like the deepest ocean
Full of kindness and compassion...
You can brood by a brook
And whisper to water
Don't worry, the dawn will dry your tears
See the daylight as it flows
It fills the holes, and souls grow whole
You can moan to the moon
You can swoon in the sunset
Don't hurry, your world won't disappear
See the waves that drape the shore
They fill the holes, and souls grow whole and old.
Votre âme est un parfum subtil dans une armoire,
Votre âme est un baiser que je n'aurai jamais,
Votre âme est un lac bleu que nul autan ne moire;
Et montant au soleil, en son vivant foyer
Nos deux esprits iront se fondre et se noyer
Dans la félicité des flammes éternelles;
Cependant que sacrant le poète et l’ami,
La Gloire nous fera vivre à jamais parmi
Les Ombres que la Lyre a faites fraternelles.
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