07 December 2006
Being trapped in dead lives, I sometimes imagine of the beautiful scene in another real world. Somewhere beneath the sky or moreover without sky and direction, the live itself exists .. a real live. None moves or speaks, unless reciting complimentary of the highest Your Majesty. O My Lord, pour us with your perfect light, purify us, mercy us, so that we can praise You better and better, make us being humble united our body and soul in You ..Abruptly sharp warm lights flash quickly, wider and wider, cover all, until the eye can not bear to see and speechless soul, stunned by the greatness of Majesty. The dead body crushes into pieces, surrender to the Mighty Highest…Then excited and beautiful perfectly soul is slowly alive.. running in modesty to welcome the Majesty, smile and unity..
Being trapped in dead lives, I sometimes imagine of the beautiful scene in another real world. Somewhere beneath the sky or moreover without sky and direction, the live itself exists .. a real live. None moves or speaks, unless reciting complimentary of the highest Your Majesty. O My Lord, pour us with your perfect light, purify us, mercy us, so that we can praise You better and better, make us being humble united our body and soul in You ..Abruptly sharp warm lights flash quickly, wider and wider, cover all, until the eye can not bear to see and speechless soul, stunned by the greatness of Majesty. The dead body crushes into pieces, surrender to the Mighty Highest…Then excited and beautiful perfectly soul is slowly alive.. running in modesty to welcome the Majesty, smile and unity..
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