• Part 2 : (Middle)

    I have not seen God .
    I donot know about him.
    But at that moment looking at those lights ,that golden lifestream of Humanity I was struck speechless.

    Words fail, the wind dies and the earth comes to a rest, In stillness, a new aspect of all things emerge.
    I was seeing the essence of Humanity & I came to a realization… A realization that shook me to my core.
    God was in us .

    We are Gods & Gods are us .
    God is love.
    Not platonic ,not sexual ...but simple existence.
    Being here for each other. Helping one another.
    The caring we hold ,the sympathy & empathy we bear ...this Love we hold for one another.
    God could naught be more beautiful a sight than this.
    Nothing could be more Enchanting than this.

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    Simply love, kindness and understanding. The virtue that repairs the world with gentle embrace.

    Forlorn, compulsory, like a deep river or a dispute calmed by touch and remembrance. These tears of ours, that don't fall, they cascade.
    Formed formless. The measure of simple and devastating things, like warm embrace, forgiven sins and Love.

    Ephemeral ..such can be the only description possible by the mouths of mortals ... How does one succinctly describe the font from which kindness springs ?
    Such is the mystery that I faced.

    & yet I saw it ,i felt it ,i heard it ... I perceived its existence everywhere.

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    That old woman buying things for her grandchildren
    That thief stealing for his hungry kids.
    That father disciplining his children ,only for their future good
    Everywhere there were love..

    Black spots marked quite a few places ,but this kaleidoscope of light overwhelmed such blemishes .

    Love is our salvation.

    My mind was overflowing.
    "Look away from the lights!"
    Man was never meant to comprehend this nature ...& i had suddenly witnessed its full glory.

    A chorus of many, a song of multitude, a dream with many dreamers.
    So many wills sung unto the Earth.

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    Light was beginning to fill my vision and my headache grew unbearably painful.
    I was seeing spots of white in front of my eyes.

    A still whisper at dusk, a cry out for me at midnight
    As if in response to my tired calls,
    a wave crashes,
    sounding out the end and beginning of dreaming.

    The light ebbs & wanes & so do I.

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    Links :

    Part 1: https://chatrooms.talkwithstranger.com/topic/18081/all-is-one-one-is-all-part-1-stranger-danger-s-1st-literature-on-tws

    Part 3: https://chatrooms.talkwithstranger.com/topic/18083/all-is-one-one-is-all-part-3-stranger-danger-s-1st-literature-on-tws

  • Veteran Mods One Woman Army

    The second part is better.

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  • @evan-elderson Dude ,you already write enough.
    Lol ,you have quite the stores of poetry & stories. :+1: :+1: :+1:

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  • @stranger_danger

    "A still whisper at dusk, a cry out for me at midnight
    As if in response to my tired calls,
    a wave crashes,
    sounding out the end and beginning of dreaming."

    As if all of prays sounded. .
    As if all of my words granted. .
    But all i got is vacant.

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