She smiled and kissed her hero to bring him to his senses. She loved this lustful excitement and jealousy, it even amused her. It gave her confidence that she was the only woman, the only queen. The well-deserved pleasant feeling of finally being loved. The feeling of jealousy was also inherent in her a beauty. too wonderful and beautiful he was. So gently and caringly he now laid his hand on her belly. Wrapped in a towel, she made herself comfortable in an armchair and began to taste the incredible, very tasty Greek wine. And she looked again at the blue Mediterranean. And the sailing ships at anchor reminded her of a fairy tale. In this fairy tale there were no troubles or problems. Only the blue sky and the calm surface of the sea. And then there is the cry of the seagulls. They are like a pendulum in time. She tried to answer the questions that were bothering her now. She went through the thoughts in her head again, and she couldnt find any answers. Then she simply began to live in the here and now. Enjoying every happy moment in paradise
I WANT TO WAKE UP WITH YOU
I want to wake up beside you and turn my face to you so that you can see the grateful joy in me. I will cry softly, without awakening the longing in my heart. I will speak softly so that no one can hear, words only for you. Ill just live and love, Like the simple old man on the roof who has taken his hut of love and built it above. Hes no longer strong enough to fall down and up again. And he flew more and more silently. He cherished his wings. He was happy and lived his life without foreign thoughts in it. But he was happy for those who, like him, strove to build their huts higher.
OUTSIDE THE WINDOW THE SUN
Outside the window, the sun is beating like a madman! The midday sun burns mercilessly. And the mosquitoes fly in the cabbage patch. The sound of a summer day. My mood improves with every tomato I eat. Ah, the fresh breeze caresses my feet. I wish I could throw myself into a comfortable hammock. Yes, somewhere, on a deserted island. To be beautiful and enthusiastic about Mallorca! I laugh to myself. Im sitting on a bench outside my house. And I say to myself, Youll never see a posh girl! And these thoughts amused me pleasantly at that moment.
THINK ABOUT IT
We have told you that we dont leave you depending on whether you can hear us or not. We come to your plan in an emotional, disembodied state. But it has always been difficult for us to come to you, you are full of other concerns.
And you all want to be masters of both the strong and the weak, for it is easier to be weak, less responsibility. Thoughts are material, get healthy.
You say, I believe, I believe, so why havent you become healthy? Because you only know
And how much you want to go home at first, you see no point in staying because you have seen the truth, and again you see no point in just continuing the useless karmic delusion.
It seems like thats it, youve worked hard for everybody all at once, and you dont relate to this world anymore, but you continue to live and breathe here. And in the end it doesnt matter where you improve yourself, the main thing is to save others.
I, there is the universe, the universe, there is I this is the motto of all sincerely indifferent people.
Why chosen, means some privileges in your understanding? Yes, you have learned to look for the guilty. What is heaven in your understanding? Peace of mind? Would those who are here in your understanding, settled and living better, have peace of mind? No We will not leave you
IF YOU ARE SEARCHING
If you are looking for truth, it means that you have often encountered untruths in life, as each of us has. Perhaps the truth is simply to be found in this restless way, understanding eyes that will be your mirror and reflect only the best and the good, will not betray and will not deceive. And the best thing is that you dont have to be sure of anything, just as you dont have to be sure of what no one is sure of, which is tomorrow. Never say never! is rightly said. Because necessarily and consequently tested by life itself, which can certainly happen to you. And so we continue to believe and hope. Searching for the truth, not shouting about it, not talking into the wind, so that no one can jinx our dreams. And only then will they surely come true! It is impossible to become good quickly through magic. This is the stupid opinion of most lazy people. And laziness is not acceptable for a serious, thinking person. You must work hard and be proud of your creations.
SHE BATHED IN FLOWERS
A barefoot girl bathing in flowers! The pungent smell of clover tickled her nostrils. Ah, merry deeds, when would I suffer so! I would pick flowers with you, girl! Id swim in the gorge where Ive been trampling lilies lately. Id also forget my bravado and make you a wreath of flowers! Ill also make you happy with a bouquet of flowers! If you remember me, of course, without grief. And Im so happy that I cant breathe, Im so funny. With you, girl, in love and in flowers I bathe. Im going crazy, but Ill never forget the happy times. When I met you last summer, Witch my darling!
GIRL STANDING ALONE
Our time flows like sand in the whirlpool of the years. Still young, we dream of conquering unknown peaks, of plunging into the ocean of great passions. But only one remains rebellious, like a girl on the sidelines. Shining with her purity and kind eyes. And how to tell her that there is nothing more beautiful and clean than her conscientious steps. Sometimes she is naive and sweet, always trying to help. But do we hear her sobs? We pay no attention to her silent suffering. Sooner or later there are only questions, and the answers have to be found somewhere. Yes, thats the problem, somewhere we lived wrongly, or maybe we just were, in the whirlpool of the spinning years. I want to go lightly, when my time has come. To waltz with the fall of the leaves or the first snowfall, to go to another time. To create, to love and to live. How beautiful it is to give life and see its purpose. To hold a child close to my heart and rejoice in that tenderness. There is no happier mother than a child who smiles at us. But life as an essence is not important. The almighty spirit rules the ball. So be it, so be it, just to be happy. And not once, not twice, but countless times, let us repeat with you the movements of this foxtrot! When were spinning in the beautiful waltz, lets not forget our girl on the sidelines. A companion you cant find, a friend you cant find. I want to hear you dance with me from year to year, from world to world. And just so I can understand no need for me to conquer other peoples peaks
Sometimes reality intertwines with another reality and the lost go crazy. A lot of doubling and you do not notice how you get there. By observing, you test yourself, the spirit brother said about everything in a slightly confused and sly way.
A soul can go to any world, but since its conscience is pure and not deceived, it will choose the world in which it can and must live. It will not go to a better world because it will be deceived in this, the in-between world. Only in your concept of an in-between world. It cannot be deceived, and that is all it is limited to, only that. Our time flows like sand in the whirlpool Conscience is the universe. It is always with us and sees everything.
SERENITY AND MAGIC
It is a deliciously charming, beautiful time when a person is calm and easy. On a summer afternoon when the heat is replaced with a certain periodicity by a light breeze, which you wait for as a kind of salvation. On a mysterious evening if only because it can also be a pleasant surprise that you wait for. And dreamt of. And, of course, all the most enchanting things are placed on the mysterious night, the progenitor of all that is magical, unknowable, in order to console oneself with good predictions about the new day, despite the hustle and bustle of the same mundane days.
And whats so magical about that? you ask. Nothing, I answer. We ourselves are history and destiny, with paths already trodden
I remember a time in my childhood. The steppe is endless, unrestrained and perfect in its understanding, it excites anyone who wants to just go into himself. Time stands still, or rather it stretches out with such love for you that everything around you at a given moment becomes native, and the very thought of having to go back anywhere at all falls away
Im home is the first thing that so lovingly begins to bother you. All roles change. And you begin to realize that there is no need to rush anywhere, no need to worry about anything. Time flows through your fingers like sand, not slowing down for a second Only the wind, the desert wind, echoes the fleeting life and the thought that flies away, somewhere in the distance. Taking with it all the power with which you were filled. And the more obscure the power, the more attractive it is In dreams I still dream of the enticing distance I close my eyes and think of you, my longing, where childishly grown up reasons, the steppe wind blows not sparing my strength and me And the thoughts continued to buzz quietly in my head, becoming more and more refined as they arose and flew away, somewhere in the distance What will I be like in twenty or thirty years, what awaits me, and will I remember these first attempts of mine not to go crazy?
How beautiful everything is around me! I catch myself thinking. And I hear the scent of wormwood and the delicate fragrance of prayer that life whispers to me. And near a flower, now leaning, now straightening in the breeze, its petals rustling faintly
I dont want to go anywhere, I want to stay I close my eyes and drift into oblivion. But how sad to think that its all the same to be somewhere, to be sad afterwards, how glorious it was
And I already knew, maybe for the last time, so quiet and peaceful at home, listening to every rustle, enjoying every singing flower, rejoicing in this warmth that overflows me, but tears, for some reason treacherous and to this day. Serenity in everything and the joy of being puts its stamp. It remains only to subscribe to the magic of goodness, which has no limit, it is alive with prayer in the soul of each of us. And once again our time, like the sand that flows through our fingers, whirls in the whirlpool of the years. It wont slow down and it wont lag behind. Time will run forward, and we will follow, for we remember too often It is a deliciously charming, beautiful time.
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On the threshold of the forties, one realizes that the past cannot be changed, like in a soap opera where everything is assumed and the end is included. Fate speaks, tries to justify its actions, and is not entirely wise. I think thats the last thing that needs to be said out loud. It is natural to want to believe in the good things in life. Just as transgressions are also punishable, and not because of made-up rules. Humanity is not hard to lose, but it is hard to regain. It is easier to walk away than to forgive, and the paradox is that all our lives we resent those who have betrayed us and do not consider our own self-interest. Its easier to make a decision after certain circumstances, justifying a sudden desire to start over in the hope of unlimited happiness. So much for fate, or maybe its just a lousy test, a certain stage depending on the characteristics of our selves. How primitive everything is except the soul, which suffers and tortures in earnest. Why? No one will answer. I stared at him as if I was watching what was happening, but I did nothing. My soul was wounded by mistrust, the main thing is to find the strength not to go back. It is hard to look into his eyes, knowing that there will be excuses for his selfishness. Sometimes helplessness in this or that situation gives pleasure to someone, that is human nature. And now, years later, as I found peace within myself, walking the streets of my city, I felt like an alien in a godforsaken place. Everything seemed strange, unfamiliar, some people were scurrying around, wanting something. There is no place for regrets or resentment, only good memories, but not all at once. Time is the best doctor, you say to yourself in the beginning, and at the end of the way you get out of the piggy bank all that has accumulated.
Freedom to choose, incredibly difficult, but the choice is made and suddenly. I realize now that the sheer darkness and suicide in the face of his already quite satisfied selfishness was not for me. Would he have been so thoughtful and compassionate to me if he had the choice? I think not, and I was not wrong. All our actions, both good and bad, have their resonance in nature. By nature, we mean people close to us as well as the occasional passerby. Time is the best doctor
SWEET NAIVE CHILD
I did not notice my life through my sweet dreams that covered my heart. The days lay in a legend that I cherished in my heart. I saw no falsehood in my life.
Where have you been, naive woman? I asked myself. And in my imaginary joy I didnt notice that I was already living without him Just today I shouted to myself, There will be no more bad man in my life! And my dying heart was covered with a blanket of indifference. Like any other dream, but not mine. How sad and painful to wake up. So where were you, wandering woman? I asked myself again. Ah, I looked at myself in the mirror. And I recognized you, my sweet naive child, I answered myself.
I AM ONE OF MANY WOMEN
What is the vice? Is it impatience to live to the point of exhaustion, turning into a nervous lump?
All from the beginning! But is it not nonsense? And who is there to shout?
I am the listener. I turn over my rosary as if to wear myself out. I remember sweet moments just to justify myself or to continue tomorrow. The cup is full, or maybe it is filled to the brim. It does not matter. Theres more good in a fools smile than in the one that gnaws at me from the inside and makes me hate you more and more!
So what is the vice? In not wanting to see? Or perhaps in not wanting to love you?
Ah, forget all those love songs! In them the purity of words and sweet drops. Long ago no longer for us to ring, turning into a distant, kindly chime, without any hint of the poisonousness of your words that cut the ear and the memory. And theres no more room in it for the feeble attempts of the bruised to self-love, of the offended, weak man. So I ask myself.
What is the vice? Yes, that I dont feel myself with you!
Thats the first thing I cried out. Life has flowed like a river, never letting me look back. Sad and a little sorry, but not to go back and start again. Yes, God is with me. I will remember the kind words of my children. In them my fresh water. And days of ringing songs! And all the rest is probably complete nonsense.
Yes, just love yourself! and thats the last thing I whisper to myself
I love the earth very much! And everything around me. Its so wonderful. I will always remember my Christmas tree outside my window. And my forest near my house. Ill remember my steppe from my childhood. And also the chirping of the sparrows now in the morning. And that makes me feel so good.
LOVE PROPERLY
Dont let them use you. Couldnt help the one who gave his last shirt. Dont expect praise from others, dont be offended or angry. Just share what youre happy about and help. Go to the root of the problem. Giving money for a bottle of vodka to a poor person means drinking yourself. Think a little. Every person has his own karma and experience. Be his friend only in agreement with him. Dont be arrogant. Dont belittle yourself. You are an individual in the great flow of life. The laws of the universe are inviolable for the energies of all streams. Respect and gratitude are always for the gifts. Recognition is not easy when you live in the fog of religions. But to become free is to love rightly. Learn to say the word no. I, am love and light, I, am the creator tell yourself from now on. Just share