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Death or Rebirth

When I keep myself in a tall silence is because one of two things overcame me, death or rebirth. But if I died thus my bones will say so and much later my dust.

But if I overcame death, thus my body herself will glow or shine thus speaking louder than my cry for joy or my words of mouth…

Criticism and one

To criticize another was simply in truth to cry and cry for the lack which will come to one oneself! Do not criticize the thing borrowed or what belongs to another, because you will never use it again. For he who criticizes another, in truth another he is imitating for that very moment of criticism.

Because in truth, criticism is a very poor imitation of oneself! And besides, what does not belong to one, one will never know how to really use it! And the same is with the salvation of another who says that one was saved because of another, but the truth is that one is really saved because of one seeking the salvation of God!

To go to the river and water seek

There truly is no problem in going to the river and water seek to water drink and water to have and because of the having thus in truth drown the thirst, the very thirst which in truth moved one to come to the river so that one could be refreshed or revived!

Now then, the grand problem in truth is in one drowning in the water with the water which in truth is a vessel to fill to become new!

And the same as above is life, which is an empty vase which one must fill an she is filled in truth emptying her in God through God and to God deliver when through completeness God truly fills her!

But there is truly no need to cry through the empty vase, because asking through her truly is more than enough!

Because in truth, a word well said or well put, even though it may be to be granted to, is in truth a word that truly fills more than all the floods which can be awaken with the cry of thirst or with a cry of cries!

Can it be me?

You that have lived longer than I,
tell me why that things that should make me laugh,
make me cry?!

And tell me,
I that love you so dearly,
why someone else kisses your lips?!

And tell me this,
how can it be that you want to be here and are there?!

Can it be me?!
Do I love you so much,
I’m afraid to love?!

Do I want to laugh so much I cry instead?!
Can it be I don’t believe in me?!
And, therefore, in we?!