I suffer, but when I ceases, there is no more to create suffering.
Breath in. The air is like water. Cool, refreshing. Let it sink in, let it settle that fire. Simmer like a quenched flame, now spiraling into the...
I know what you mean. In that state there isn't anything else. How could there be? If anything, this IS God. How could there be anything else but...
No, I'm not talking about Jesus or the Bible. I mean a literal revelation. Anyone ever have that? I am not sure how to explain this, so I'll just...
There was a religion before civilization, have you forgotten that? It was universal, yet culturally diverse. It had no central doctrine, yet it...
There's no need to indulge oneself in this or that. Just be, let things come and go. In the words of Miyamoto Musashi, "let the spirit of the...
Maybe 2000 years or so . . . And then, THEN i'd let myself go. Just cause I'm curious.
True, we should not blindly follow authority, but you also have to remember this: To these religions and their followers, it is not just a matter...
To think about spirituality and to BE spiritual are totally different. If one indulges in the icons, he will lose himself in the process of...
-This uncharted territory. This Undiscovered country...." "Yes?" -Could it even be us? "It could be. Perhaps the least explored aspect of your...
I've seen just as peaceful. It is the individual who allows that, not the religion. Yet, again, I'll just repeat what I had stated . . . The...
Even if this is true about him, why lure him in to dispute? Why state so declaratively that your religion is the ultimate? Are you not also taking...
The mirror is your canvas, to which you paint your appropriate reflection. Alas, there are a thousand eyes, and a thousand colors. Your sparkling...
Well written. I understood the point clearly as it was demonstrated and explained. The Biblical quote at the end helped wrap the new understanding...
There was a time, long ago . . . Where there were Churches, Temples and Mosques on one street. Where Christians, Jews and Muslims lived together,...
The darkness, that which we fear. The demon's mask, we paint over shadows. Good and evil? What are they but concepts, labels created and continued...
Scary guy.
What more is bled, but our own? What more is reaped but what we sow? What is the world but our belief? What more is the sadness that we keep?...
reveal reflection, hidden deep, upon the surface now shall creep. in the midst of foggy light, now in breath of crisp winter night. empty...
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