The biggest part of impossible is possible. What makes possible impossible is doubt or disbelief. What makes doubt or disbelief is one putting oneself before there is a crossing. And of course, one cannot cross, thus making the cross impossible. And the biggest part of possible is one because one is in front of, one is practically in the middle of and one is at the end of what is possible as impossible.
The eighth month, how it lies! The eighth month, when the good summer is almost over and most of the living get joyful and get glad when they themselves see the leaves turn mostly red and the good harvest is over, the eighth month, how it lies!
And that is the month of October, which hides in the tenth month. I was born in the eighth month but not the eighth month of October nor the tenth. And December is ten and not twelve and November is nine and not eleven. And if we live and work daily with these little lies, how much of a lie is our faith of God the good and loving Creator?
For a cent that lacks, the dollar will not be completed and for not being completed, in debt one has stayed. For a degree that lacks or for a degree that is too much, one has travelled in vain. For a word misunderstood or mispronounced or a coma or a period put in the wrong place, thus the inheritance is lost. For the same, for the same is belief for lie is the greater part!
I am a crippled image, not even straight under my own eyes, often leaning toward the shadow. I ask not for riches or long life, but for wisdom and for understanding, wisdom and understanding to walk straight and erect through the narrow and long path, the path that not too many have walked and told, but those who will walk and complete in that path will never die, not even once! Beloved Father, remember me while I am still here and while there is still fear of you in my bones.
Trapping moisture; snowing over snow, thus making it colder;
heat over heat, making one bolder! A brief and thin line,
signifying the motion of time, showing me briefly once again
that I am before eternity and finite, before immortality and mortality!
And so the more I die, the more I lean to lie before the final bedding.
Hope is an unseen road.
At times hope is a very narrow street,
an avenue or even an unexpected detour!
Hope like the flower in the plant is to attract
that which already is. And joy will bring one to that reality!
One can hurry hope by being joyful and thankful as graceful.
But pause from being joyful and from being thankful as graceful
and one has paused hope or one has paused the thing waited for.
And being anxious will also keep away the things planted in hope.
Thus, anticipate in joy and the thing planted in hope will get there fast enough.
I gave everything so that she could have more,
but she left me with nothing.
And a very heavy emptiness that hurts!
And although she is also with nothing,
there will always be another that will give all to have nothing.
For, he who gives to nothing, thus nothing will he have.
But he who gives to another who has everything,
he who gives will have more of what he himself gave
simply because he knew how to give to another who had it all.