Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Sunday, 8 March 2026

The Light of the Fergana Valley





The Fergana Valley is a paradisiacal and flourishing region where flora, fauna, and human beings have always established a deep connection. It was a Golden Age that, unfortunately, slowly began to fade over time, until the difficult days when the tyrant Qorong'i attempted to besiege this splendid land, trying to transform it into a realm of terror, destruction, exploitation, and servitude.

The people of Fergana, a people ancestrally free, are now held under siege and constant threat. Unfortunately, the evil nature of this character was not evident at first. He presented himself as a savior, cloaking his true diabolical purpose under deceptive promises. In his expansionist ambitions, he always justified his conquests as necessary acts meant to bring progress, development, order, peace, and justice.

However, a group of young friends occasionally tries to escape the oppression of the wicked Qorong'i, retreating to a cabin in the forest to spend time together, devoting themselves above all to what the despot had forbidden: reading books, meditating, praying, and practicing other arts such as painting, writing, and music.

“Sardor, my friend, here you are! We were waiting for you!” says Jasur.

“Nurlan, Jasur, Zarina, and Meerim, please forgive me. Unfortunately, I had a setback… Qorong'i’s guards stopped me and asked several questions about where I was going and what I was doing.”

“This situation is truly unbearable. How long will we go on like this? We were born as a free, virtuous, respectful, and creative people, but at this rate we are emptying ourselves of what is truly precious: our soul, our spirit, our values, our virtues.”

“Zarina, you are absolutely right. Yet many seem intimidated, while others remain lukewarm because this destructive progress suits them: a world where everything is contaminated and polluted, where a false peace is guided by warnings of war, genocides, and devastating weapons. Behind the real interests of Qorong'i and others like him there is no desire for Peace, Freedom, Justice, Love, and Virtue, but only cravings for power, territorial expansion, and the conquest of resources that, moreover, poison the very earth itself. And the most serious thing is that, in order to strengthen surveillance over each of us, he would like to deprive us of the deepest freedom he still does not possess: that of our soul and our mind, the freedom to make choices. He wants to control every individual through microchips. And that would mean that even these meetings would no longer be possible… and that it would truly be like living in hell on this Earth.”

“No, please, Nurlan, that would be terrible! At the mere thought of it I could not even bear to continue living here!” adds Meerim.

“We must then awaken consciences, because our compatriots do not truly know the real consequences of this tyranny! He has attacked other peoples by presenting himself as a savior sent from heaven, but he has done nothing but follow a program based on a false order, a false well-being, and a false peace. If a territory is rich in gems and gold, he might claim that certain ethnic groups must be freed from the chains of ignorance; if another is rich in oil and natural gas, then their leaders suddenly become agents of evil and must be eradicated. It is always the same red thread that connects his misdeeds. But the most serious thing is that the rest of the peoples allow it! They seem asleep, blinded, deaf and blind, or lukewarm, or even worse, satisfied with this diabolical progress that aims at destruction rather than respect for life and virtues.”

“It is true, Zarina, I agree with you. But, my dear friends, we must ensure that we fight with our victorious weapons—weapons that shed no blood but spread Truth, Justice, Peace, Love, and other Virtues: the use of wisdom, writing, and the arts. We must denounce, at first subtly and in a silent and disguised way. The more souls become conscious, the more we will be able to create unions of hearts, deep connections, as if we were one single being, to drive tyranny and darkness away from our wonderful Valley,” says Jasur.

“How much pain I feel, my friends, when I see our Valley increasingly contaminated by waste, dangerous substances, and radioactive materials used above all for his diabolical weapons. All the fruits that the land and water once offered are now polluted, or even diminished, if not completely absent. Because of the destructive form of modernism promoted by Qorong'i and his companions continuing to advance, we will have fewer and fewer resources to live on, and we will soon be destined for self-annihilation.”

“Meerim, and you my other dear friends, we cannot allow this, because this Earth is a gentle concession from our Creator. We cannot remain indifferent. Actions are important, especially when they put our ideals into practice. For this reason, I would begin to seek peaceful solutions that can shake consciences and souls. In a world filled with dense darkness, we can be those small flames that, by joining and spreading, can create an immensely powerful Light!” adds Nurlan.

“Antigone, heroine of Sophocles’ famous tragedy, said that ‘we are born to share love, not hatred.’ And that is why our actions will be guided by noble values, to restore our Valley of Fergana to the splendor it once had, when the meadows were in bloom, the earth spontaneously produced everything we needed, and the waters of the streams were crystal clear and wholesome.”

“Dear Meerim,” Zarina intervenes, “I would also add what Sappho wrote in one of her poems: ‘Some say that the most beautiful thing on the dark earth is an army of horsemen, others of infantry, others of ships; I say: it is whatever one loves.’ And what we love is the desire for Peace, Truth, Freedom, Love, and Justice.”

“Well said, Zarina. Then let us try to denounce, spread the hidden truths, and awaken our other compatriots, our brothers and sisters. ‘It is not that we have little time, but that we waste much of it,’ as Seneca would say. Time is precious, and every single moment can be crucial, not only through our prayers or inner virtues, but also through good actions. Imagine how much remorse we would feel one day when we leave this earthly dimension if we had wasted much of our time on futile or even destructive things. Virtue calls us, because without it nature, flora, fauna, and all human beings would suffer… ‘Do not act as if you were going to live ten thousand years. Necessity hangs over you. While you live, while it is in your power, be virtuous,’ Marcus Aurelius would say,” says Sardor.

Small actions, driven by noble intentions, gradually began to awaken consciences and create new connections, new unions of hearts. And it is known: where Love, Peace, and Justice reign, there is no place for hatred, chaos, or agents of evil like Qorong'i.

The Fergana Valley and its inhabitants will soon find themselves reliving the wonderful Golden Age, for the defeat of evil is imminent.




Saturday, 10 January 2026

A love between two wars



In the southern part of the Gaza Strip there is a camp for refugees and volunteers, where many orphaned children and other civilians left disabled by the ongoing genocide find, for an uncertain time, a fragile refuge—a semblance of safety. After all, it is well known: in Gaza no place is ever truly safe, and poor Palestinians live constantly aware that they will hardly be able to have a stable home, at least for now. This has been the case for many, many years.

In this camp works a 22-year-old Palestinian girl named Ayah. A name her mother gave her because, after years of hardships and suffering—caused above all by the violence and oppression that mark that land—her birth represented hope, a gift. Ayah carries out her service with zeal and burning love, assisting those in need together with other volunteers, some of whom come from abroad.

It is here that she meets Mohammed, a 25-year-old Sudanese man. Forced to flee Sudan because of the war and the ongoing genocide, he crossed kilometers of desert and inhospitable lands before reaching the southern part of the Strip, even before Ayah’s arrival. Mohammed has lost everything, especially his family. With nothing left to lose, he pushed himself to that place, unaware that he would once again find himself caught up in another war—if one can even call it that. Perhaps, once again, it would be more accurate to call it genocide.

Working side by side, the two form a strong friendship that, over the months, slowly evolves into something deeper: a pure, silent love, made of respect, glances, and simple gestures.

One day Mohammed decides to head toward the beach to admire a sunset that appears magnificent, coloring the sky in shades of pink and purple.

“This Mediterranean beach is truly stunning,” he thinks to himself.
“It reminds me so much of the afternoons spent along the riverbanks, with my closest friends or with my family, contemplating the landscape. If only Allah would allow me to relive, even for just a few minutes, those sweet and light-hearted moments with the people I love…”

Meanwhile, Ayah notices him from afar and approaches, eager to exchange a few words, sensing how absorbed he is in his thoughts.

“Ayah, you’re here?! Please, sit down,” he says, turning toward her.

“Mohammed, I’m sorry to disturb you. I know how important it is for you to carve out moments of silence and reflection.”

“No, really, don’t worry. I’m glad you’re here, you know that,” he replies.

“This sunset is particularly beautiful, with these colors… It’s a pity it’s destined to last only a short time. It’s fleeting, like moments of joy on this Earth, so afflicted by wars, genocides, poverty, and every kind of evil.”

“You’re right, Mohammed,” Ayah replies. “But it is thanks to the resilience that Allah instills in us that we can continue to fight—with the power of love, service, hope, and complete trust in Him. We are here in this camp and, despite past suffering, it is by helping others unconditionally that we find the strength to go on living. Giving ourselves for those who are worse off than us, receiving a smile, a word of comfort… it is these small gestures that elevate our souls.”

“Yes… and you know, I have lost my entire family,” Mohammed says, his voice veiled. “Some were victims of the war, others fled who knows where. May Allah welcome the former and guide and protect the latter.”

“And that is why I feel such deep admiration for you,” Ayah replies.
“Despite everything you have lived through and are still living in this foreign land, your golden heart drives you not to give up and to take care of those children left without parents and of all those wounded in body and soul.”

“Your heart says so much about you as well, Ayah,” Mohammed adds, gently taking her hand.
“I see it in your actions, in your dedication, in your honey-colored eyes… And yet I wonder if one day we will be able to build our lives elsewhere. I would love to continue studying medicine. In Sudan I couldn’t—I had to flee… otherwise I could be even more useful.”

“Don’t say that, Mohammed. What you do has immense value, and Allah knows it. He scrutinizes every one of our actions and knows the good that each person does. Who knows—perhaps one day we will travel to another part of the world… it would be wonderful.”

“That would be truly beautiful. I would love to see snow; I’ve never seen it.”

“We could go to places with snowy landscapes, like Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan…”

“I don’t know them, but I’d love to discover them. Those mountains, those green meadows…”

“And then Indonesia,” Ayah adds with a smile. “An enchanting place. For now, we can only travel with our minds, my dear Mohammed. If only dreams could take shape…”

“In part, they can,” he replies.
“We can be the architects of our destiny and of that of others, through our ideas and our choices. Even the smallest actions, if driven by pure intention, are dear to Allah, and it is He who strengthens and multiplies them.”

“You’re so right. A lot!” Ayah says, gazing at the sky. “Like these wonderful stars.”

“Another sublime creation,” Mohammed murmurs.
“I like to imagine that my loved ones who have left this Earth are now up there—shining stars that guide and protect us. It is this thought that helps me rise above and hope to become like them, if Allah wills it.”

Tears begin to fall down Mohammed’s face. He tries to wipe them away quickly, turning aside.

“My dear Mohammed, do not feel ashamed,” Ayah says gently.
“Being a true man does not mean hiding one’s sensitivity or not crying. It is precisely this depth, along with your courage and your pure heart, that has bound me to you.”

“Ayah, my dear, thank you for your sweet words. I haven’t felt such deep love in a long time—since I was deprived of everything. I know I receive much from this camp, but what I feel for you and with you is not the same. It is something special, something pure.”

“It is feeling loved and respected, being on the same wavelength,” she replies.
“And even though I am poor, afflicted in my soul and full of hope, I feel lucky and rich within. We carry treasures inside us that we will take with us even after this earthly experience. Money, power, fame, and all that is external will be left behind here.”

“Wise words,” Mohammed says.
“In any case, Ayah, what will we do if the army reaches this place? I’ve been thinking about this lately as well. You should flee before that happens.”

“I don’t want to leave you, I don’t want to abandon this community,” Ayah replies.
“We are a family, and we have taken this mission to heart, because that very Unconditional Love—which drives us to give without expecting anything in return—connects us, connects our hearts, our souls, our spirits. Allah will enlighten us; He will show us the way. For now, let us enjoy this beautiful starry sky, as long as we have the chance to contemplate the beauty of Allah’s creation.”

Having said this, they both remained silent for a while, admiring those infinite lights. They did not know what their destiny would be, nor whether some delegate of goodwill would bring True Peace to their tormented lands, with Justice and Righteousness. Yet they were certain that every second lived in service, love, hope, and faith placed in Allah are precious gifts—for all eternity.

 (10/01/2026)

Friday, 9 January 2026

The council of shadows




In a dark, hidden corner of the world, far from the eyes and conscience of humanity, seven agents of evil — Pride, Greed, Lust, Wrath, Envy, Gluttony, and Sloth — gather to discuss the fate of planet Earth.

The air is thick, motionless. Twisted shadows dance along the walls of that timeless hall, while an ominous silence precedes the beginning of the meeting.

“Colleagues,” declares Pride, his voice firm and arrogant, “even on this gloomy night we are here, assembled beyond humanity’s awareness. The time is near: the fulfillment of the prophecies approaches. No one will be able to defeat us. Our forces are powerful, and we have deployed every possible scheme to bring down these silly deluded creatures. Yet it is not enough, and that is why we are gathered here once more.”

“I despise them,” Envy interjects, her gaze filled with malice. “Seeing them rejoice, even for a moment, is unbearable to me. They are still so fortunate: they can experience moments of light, of hope, even something that nourishes their souls.”

Pride smiles — a cold smile.

“And that is precisely what we must erase completely: the idea that there is something eternal, something spiritual within them. What would our mission be for otherwise, if not to defeat the forces of Good and tear away as many souls as possible to our side? They will come to believe that everything ends here, that nothing exists beyond this life. And when they lose hope… they will fall into the deepest abyss.”

A cavernous laughter echoes through the hall.

“You’re right, Pride,” adds Greed, symbolically clutching in his hands what he does not yet possess. “But we must go further. I will accumulate everything: money, precious stones, oil, resources. Everything will be mine. I will leave nothing to those fools. I will make them slaughter one another for a piece of paper, for a fragment of land, for a barrel of crude oil. They are capable of wars and genocides for so little, unaware that soon everything will belong to us.”

“And they are even willing to sell their own bodies,” Lust bursts out laughing. “For money, for pleasure. By remaining prisoners of bodily desires, they forget the soul. Abortions, obscene acts, corruption of bodies and minds — even of children… it is essential to capture them from early childhood.”

Then she turns toward Wrath, who is trembling with rage.

“Still, Wrath, I see you’re about to explode.”

“If it were up to me,” snarls Wrath, “I would wipe them off the face of the Earth. Destruction, suffering, annihilation — that is what I desire. There is only one solution: a world war. Driving them mad until they unleash the most destructive weapons. Erasing them.”

“Calm yourself,” Pride interrupts. “Before the final blow, we must bring as many souls as possible to ruin. We dared to challenge the One who calls Himself Almighty, and we will continue to do so. Even those who pursue Good must fall.”

A new wave of collective laughter spreads through the chamber.

“Let us not forget the mind,” Gluttony interjects, his voice slick and heavy. “Not just the body. APart from food waste, famine and junk food, let us think about drugs, alcohol, and other substances that can destroy especially the brain, dulling them to the point where they become incapable of using reason. Confused and numbed, they will no longer be able to focus on their souls and spirits. And when the mind is clouded and deprived of clarity, every possibility of elevation vanishes. That is when they become ours for good.”

Pride nods.

“Excellent plan, Gluttony. But Sloth… you have remained silent.”

Sloth yawns, bored, with a faint smile.

“You all strive too hard. My method is simpler, and precisely for that reason effective: stealing their time. Wasting it on useless activities, extreme technology, constant distractions, idleness, depression, anxiety. Minutes, hours, days, and years thrown away. Precious time they could use to awaken, to question themselves, to elevate themselves, to do good deeds.”

He pauses, observing the others with an air of superiority.

“And the most amusing thing is that while you exhaust yourselves with your diabolical actions, my plan unfolds anyway. Every war, every addiction, every uncontrolled desire, every clouded mind contributes to keeping them motionless, tired, emptied. Stuck. No great effort is required — it is enough that they remain busy, confused, exhausted. Until they no longer even realise they are losing what is most precious to them. And when time is consumed, so too is the soul.”

“We truly are diabolical,” they all laugh.

“That’s not enough for me,” Envy hisses. “I want to divide them. Slander, distrust, mutual hatred. The more separated they are, the stronger we become.”

“They are fools,” Wrath growls. “They fight their own brothers and sisters for land and resources. Isn’t that right, Greed?”

“You’re right. The times are ripe,” Greed confirms. “The prophecies speak clearly, and those at risk of being lost are the majority. But it is not enough for us. We must want more.”

“They will be our slaves,” Pride concludes. “Microchips, robots, control. No one will be able to stop us.”

“And those who stand on the side of That One? They might hinder us,” Envy asks with contempt.

“They will suffer more,” Pride replies. “Unless they are protected. Unfortunately.”

“But then,” Envy reflects, “we might even make them stronger, more elevated…”

The chamber darkens further.

“It doesn’t matter,” Pride concludes. “We are unstoppable, and you know well that we never cease plotting against That One, His messengers, and His creation. Everything must be ours. We will meet again to devise something even more diabolical.”

The meeting comes to an end.

Aware of the little time remaining, the agents of evil depart, ready to reap as many souls as possible. What they still do not realise, however, is that the hatred and division they fuel will consume them. Soon they will turn against one another, along with their own legions.

For where destruction and discord reign, Love and Harmony cannot exist. And even their power, like every illusion, is destined to fade — especially where humans experience Love, Unity, and Virtue.


(09/01/2026)

Wednesday, 11 June 2025

Vessel of Inestimable Treasures

 



Oh my Marvellous God, You have desired that I strip myself of all that is superfluous. I am human, clothed in this form upon this Earth... Little by little, I free myself from those burdens that bring inconsistent joy, to fully embrace Your True Joy—loving You, serving You, doing Your Will, now and always.

Like a vessel completely emptied of all that belongs to this earthly experience—materialism, fleeting pleasures, and even what we cherish, such as study, work, pastimes, etc.—ready to be filled with what is worthy of Heaven, of Your Eternal Dwelling.

My thoughts soar toward You, in the Hope that I may one day bring this vessel filled with what pleases You.


(11/06/25. 22:25–30)

 

Friday, 28 March 2025

Awakening to Love


 


For centuries, Love has been the most powerful force known to humanity. It has been sung about in songs, depicted in paintings, and written into the deepest pages of history. Yet, beyond the love we know—emotional, passionate, and conditional—there exists a Love that transcends all limitations, a Love that belongs to the soul itself. This is the Love of the fifth dimension, a Love that unites rather than divides, a Love that is pure, boundless, and eternal.
 
Many of us live our lives caught in the web of emotional love, which is often intertwined with fear, attachment, and expectation. From the moment we are born, we are conditioned to seek love outside of ourselves, believing that love must be earned, reciprocated, or proved. This perception of love leads to suffering, for whenever love is taken away, we feel incomplete, abandoned, or broken.
But what if love is not something to be acquired but rather something to be remembered? What if love is not something external but a force that already exists within us, waiting to be rediscovered? The spiritual awakening process invites us to break free from the illusion of separation and return to the essence of our true being—Pure Love.
India, with its rich spiritual history, has long been a land where seekers journey to find this higher truth. Among mystics and enlightened beings, there is a profound understanding that love is not just an emotion—it is a state of being. It is not tied to the body or the mind but exists beyond time, beyond space, beyond form. It is the very fabric of existence.
 
The third-dimensional world in which we live operates within duality—Love and hatred, Light and dark, Good and bad. Because of this, our human experience is often a battle between these forces. When we identify with the ego, we live in a state of separation, believing ourselves to be alone, unworthy, or lacking. This perception feeds into fear-based emotions such as jealousy, resentment, and grief.
However, when we shift our awareness to the soul, we begin to see through the illusion of separation. We recognize that we are not just individuals struggling to find love—we ARE love itself. Our souls are not bound by duality; they exist in a realm of infinite connection and unity. This is the fifth dimension—a plane where Love is unconditional, free from expectation, and not reliant on external factors. In this space, we do not love others because of what they can give us; we love them because they are part of us, part of the same Divine Whole.
 
Emotional love is beautiful, but it is also fragile. It relies on conditions: "I love you if you love me back." "I love you because you make me feel good." "I love you as long as you don’t hurt me." This kind of love is rooted in the physical world, making it vulnerable to pain and loss.
Soul Love, on the other hand, is unconditional. It does not demand, it does not control, and it does not fear. It simply is. It is the love that connects all beings, the love that remains unchanged no matter the circumstances. When we experience soul Love, we no longer see others as separate from us; we see them as reflections of the Divine. We begin to love not just family, friends, or partners, but all of humanity, all of nature, all of existence.
 
The journey to embodying soul Love begins with self-Love, not selfishly! We must first learn to love ourselves—not just the parts we deem acceptable, but every part, including our flaws, mistakes, and wounds. The world around us is a mirror; the love we give to ourselves will be reflected in the love we give to others.
One of the most powerful ways to cultivate soul Love is through presence. In the stillness of meditation, in the quiet moments of introspection, we find the space to dissolve the ego’s fears and embrace the infinite Love within us. Ancient spiritual practices such as Ho’oponopono—a Hawaiian technique of healing through forgiveness—remind us that love is a choice, an energy we can direct toward any person, situation, or memory. With the simple yet profound words: "I am sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you," we begin to heal not only ourselves but also the world around us.
 
The ultimate goal of awakening is not just to understand love intellectually but to embody it fully. This means living in alignment with the Truth that we are all connected, that what we give to others, we give to ourselves. It means choosing compassion over judgment, unity over division, and trust over fear. It means radiating love in every interaction, expecting nothing in return.
When we operate from this level of consciousness, we no longer seek love—we become it. We walk through life as beacons of Light, touching those around us simply with our presence. We do not wait for the world to change; we change ourselves, and in doing so, we uplift the collective vibration of humanity.
 
The world is awakening. More and more people are remembering that love is not something to be found but something to be reclaimed. As we shift into higher states of consciousness, the old paradigms of fear, control, and scarcity begin to crumble. In their place, we are building a new world—one rooted in Unity, Compassion, and Divine Love.
The journey from emotional love to soul Love is not always easy. It requires us to let go of deeply ingrained beliefs, to face our fears, and to surrender to the unknown. But as we do, we begin to see love everywhere—not just in romantic relationships, but in the trees, the stars, the laughter of a stranger, the silence of the night. We realize that love is not something we fall into; it is something we rise into.
The first golden rays of Divine Love are breaking over the horizon. Humanity stands at the threshold of a New Dawn, a New Era of True Love and True Peace, where love is no longer conditional, no longer limited, no longer bound by the chains of the past. As we step forward into this New World, let us do so with open hearts, knowing that love is not just what we seek—it is what we are.
And so, with gratitude, we walk toward the Light.
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What is love for Jesus, who is Love itself?

For me, it is something that goes beyond what one feels for their family, their best friends, or their soulmate. It is as if He speaks to you through His eyes, through His sacrifice—an act of Love, an act of Himself, of His very Being. Who would do such a thing? Who would give their life even for those who hate them? He did. And in this (and not only in this) lies His Greatness.
But here I am, in my room, meditating… How much hatred exists toward those who love Him. But what harm do I do? Do we not love those who love us (and should we not also love those who hate us, even though we often fail to do so)? Do we not love our family? Our friends?
He is everything to me: family, friends, soulmate, mother, father, sister, brother, best friend, soulmate. What harm do I do in loving Him? Why all this hatred? Do I wound you in any way by loving Him? Or do you not realize that you may be too enveloped in clouds of darkness?
He was hated then because He spoke the Truth, because He carried the Truth… because He carried and spread Himself, who is the Truth. He was deeply unsettling because, in the end, who didn’t enjoy living in worldliness, in materialism, in pleasures? Even those who were supposed to be models for society were immersed in this mire, rather than appearing pure and crystal-clear.
So, I ask You, Jesus, make me a crystal-clear soul, as only You know how. I do not care what others say about me, about my actions, my path, my choices—especially if they are inspired by You. What matters to me is what You are to me, the connection that can be established between You and me, the gifts I hope I have made fruitful, the continuous liberation from the infernal bonds of this Earth, now contaminated in so many ways…
To love in order to discover You, to love by discovering and rediscovering You, despite the many falls, to love for the sake of loving… forever.

Tuesday, 11 February 2025

My heart cries (09/02/2025)




 

My heart cries because I sense You deeply;

People may not understand what I feel inside,

but I care about what You are to me, and I wait for You...

Yes! My heart, my soul, my spirit are waiting for You!

In a world pervaded by wickedness and hate, however,

I do not surrender, because You Yourself taught us

not to, and to persist despite the diabolical forces.

Despite the constant falls, I always rise again, strong with You.

But I wait for You, my heart cries, because I would like You near;

I take comfort in the thought of having Our Angels and Our Mother,

for, deep down, we are a Great Universal Family.

Love, what You are to me, to every living creature.

And I wait for You and will continue to do so, because this cry

will turn into Eternal Joy with Your Eternal Presence.

Saturday, 30 November 2024

Crystal Soul

 



May my soul be like the crystal-clear rock,

on which God may see Himself in His Purest Love for me,

through which His Light may continually illuminate

and be emitted with Power to the bounds of Infinity.

Contemplation and ardor for God may cleanse every stain,

transparency be manifestation of His Spark,

His Presence in me be seal of Eternity.

 


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