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The Magician
Contributed by
Namooh
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Saturday, 16th March 2013 @ 10:56:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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Knowledge is a vast ocean;
the more you drink the thirstier you become.
Fear is a desert;
where nothing ever grows.
The ego is a balloon;
the more it's inflated the sooner it pops.
Faith is a compass;
it reveals direction.
Detachment is gold;
the purer its content, the more its worth increases.
Jealousy is an eclipse;
it deteriorates eyesight.
Personality is a piece of metal;
the easier it heats up, the easier it bends.
Imagination is a flat tire;
only once inflated can it best serve its purpose.
Our conscience is an egg;
the safer its kept the less chance it cracks.
Arrogance is ventriloquism;
you may as well be talking to somebody else.
Anger is an earthquake;
the only thing it measures up to is the Richter scale.
Humility is a piece of charcoal;
which upon maturity transforms into inestimable value.
Respect is like our mother's womb;
we never fully appreciate its necessity until we develop and mature.
Innocence is childhood;
the world a never-ending adventure.
Hope is a fairy tale;
it always has a happy ending.
Love is magic;
no earthly power can grasp its diversity.
God is the Magician;
who by the very nature of His wand performs true magic.
We are His audience;
Caught spellbound by His image.
Our soul is the wand;
and at birth the magic show begins
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Namooh
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Re: The Magician
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 17th March 2013 @ 01:29:50 AM AEST
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a humble precept, or a careful myth? To close ones eyes and to think. How is that possible? His image, or hers? Or a noble beings? Is it each and every life, big or small?
Is it a fetching tale of survival, or the truth of a thousand empires that went before and failed to survive intact only leaving bits and pieces that could never fully be understood?
What is magic? You mention a lot about life here. And I really do admire your poetic outline about truth as you seem to understand what is the light that escapes the living. But I believe in this world too often, the power is not God, or the magician you speak of, rather its the waywardness, or sadly the frailness of human beings.
Not enough light of God they say, so you are condemned.
So They place a bullet into your head.
Peace!
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