CPoetry

suffering is real, and is not true. love is real, and is the truest. ::: when viewed as a resource rather than as a reward, money succumbs to its pride and fills an empty glass with water from its own glass. ::: under the deceptive hands of the Magician, i dropped to my knees and found a new vision; an old compass with an honest arrow was pointing in the direction i was supposed to take all along; a year's worth of isolation has taught me well that in crawling out from the burning building, there are no riches; all that remains is my life and the flash image of my life without those lives whom i hold dear--- in it.      life is begging for us to know      our greatest treasure---      our greatest wealth---      lies within human relationships      and our shared experiences.      truly, the greatest of all,      is how we attend to the richness      of those relationships.

fear or fear not, the heart has more than one pair of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs. of legs... ::: so what did Jesus say to you grandma? "oh, sweetheart, he didn't really  say  anything to me. this is just how i believe He came to me all those years ago." oh. then how did He come to you? "well, i've been shy all my life, and i was even shy about my faith. you see, some people love loudly, but i love Him softly." you're not that shy grandma. "hah. no, not around you honey. but i believe Jesus came to me the way He did because He knew i was shy." how? "instead of Him saying, Let Me teach you, Jesus decided to ask me, What would you like to learn?" ::: God is the h