Two days of turmoil, dancing a waltz through the chaos, like it does have the importance that it actually has, no more. What is really vital? What kind of outside influx provokes fundamental tides? Shrink and stretch like an overused slingshot, for your own sake and for the one of your one thousand and one benefactor angels, your bed won’t be like a fakir’s. Rest those electric impulses, let the symmetry that balance your weight between this and the other dimensions, do the rest. There is not point on considering surrendering to any nervous breakdowns or violence breakout. If the motion that rocks the cradle gets agitated sometimes, then, all you must do is to hold on tighter as well as more serene. I have come to a point that when the heart attacks is when I find it better to withdraw to a haven of peace, when would it be better? My motion as a planet and the orbit that in my spin maintains me attached to a long list of satellites will persist. The source of all what exists is brimming with a drinkable magic potion, but it remains untouched, as we take for granted all the goods in here. Do use, instead of misuse, those tools that come incorporated from the factory of life. They will make you a house where the joy will replace any tendency for the self-injuring and a capability to stop living in the need for any abuse. B_Nour
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Yeah! Sleep well in your angel-rocked bed!
ReplyDeleteLove, margreet