The ritual of Dice
I started to write this ritual for sometime now. I found myself writing about God, and could not complete. What to write about Him, except that He is out there waiting for us to ask Him in.
Oh my love how did I do this… to write about God not about you… your love… our desire of flesh and soul…
Every time when I touch your soul … your heart beats faster… it is only the beginning of a ritual that can not stop… will your heart stand my ritual till it finishes…
Do you think some where in time there was the Book that has our destinies written in it… my love… how can this moment be in a Book, no words that people know would be able to write about one second we have …
Look around and tell me … can all this beauty be made by coincidence…
Can He really leave it up to disturbed atoms to form this beauty…
Look deep inside my soul and define a soul
Look around and tell me what is a body without a soul…
Our paths … what are they…
Can you imagine me without my words and freedom to say them the minute I feel … damn me if I can not…
He touched my heart and told me Ask and you shall be given.. knock and the door will open… read His lips… hear His words… let Him touch your soul…
One night I chose a door, I knew it was my desire that was driving me… that night He cried…
One night I chose the other door… that night He smiled…
So my love, my free love, my tender word… my candle … He set us free to find Him
A choice…choices…that’s we see … there you can read His words… listen … and believe… He wants you to be a God to reign with Him…
Every morning I ask this question… what did Lord created first: was it Love… Beauty… man … what… He replies with a little miracle…
Every moment is adding to my belief that He wants me to share this… I only ask Him how … where to start…
Do you believe in freedom… if a man can give freedom to a free man, what would God give us…
Do you imagine you were created to follow a path that He made for you…
God does not throw dice… neither do men ...
Tell me Master … for I do not know
Blame for being weak…
So if God does not throw dice
And beings take their own decisions
And their life is about the decisions they make
What about “Thy Will”
Well.
What about Coincidences
He gives us love
He shares with us the beauty
He gives us security
And if we really believe in Him, we will get miracles…
He is there…
You have to invite Him…
He stands there waiting to be called…
Have you ever been waiting for someone you love to ask you to come in…
If you believe in this …then you will fulfill His wish
His wish to share His creation…
Open your heart and mind to the words of truth…
Listen carefully to your heart
To the sky when it is raining
Or when a sudden sunshine appears between the clouds
Have you ever wonder what would the Creator of Love be like?
Have you let Him touch your heart?
Have you let love touch your deepest parts of your soul?
Have you even let tears wash away the dirt that selfishness left?
Or scars left when you last lied to a little child…
He created tear and put it on a woman’s face
Coincidences… they are just other people choices which made our paths cross each other and meet…
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I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH
HAPPY NEW YEAR DEAR , MY LOVE
I understand hate dose not exist, it is love who lost its luster , however , real love remains shining inspite of all obstacles and darkness trying to walk you through
Am I as foolish as you think I am ? No I have decided to put smile on your face finally and let go of you ,I shall not even bother you again with my stupid love.
You lost your mum and dad and me in just couple of months, Good luck with everyone else Wish you all the best
One more thing , you're a failure yes think about it and you know why
One other more thing I had the gut to stay in touch with a person who let go of me for no reason for over ten years
You don't have even the courage to talk to me even if it was early in the morning remember how many nights I stayed awake just to let sleep and rest so you can refresh the next morning I don't regret my attitude at that time because that is what love means
Last but not least you do appreciate your dogs more than me. Thank you Madik you brook my heart and put me on fire and torture all those years without even feel my pain and sorrow
Thanks a bunch
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