Stories Beyond Mind
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The Earth talks.
The earth talks the talk of the silence.
It holds everything. Yet it's moved from the Void of nothing.
Everything it holds are what can it handle from the Core.
The Core is really moving. Not the Earth.
The earth is isolated from the Atmosphere.
It deals with translations. Everything looks as it isn't.
Atmosphere of Consciousness. You look at the Earth.
And it holds so many things. But when you look from beyond skies.
Not many are blessed to look at the earth from beyond.
The shinning beauty in fullness.
Shines and shines. Shines and Enlightens.
There are 6 billion earths here. Each one with the own atmosphere and gravity.
Some with no core. Flying without trajctory.
Some with the Clear Sky and Enlighening Light. Following the Bliss.
Some in the space between the clouds. Some in the snowing rain.
Everyone somewhere spinning. Some far away from light. Some trying to go nearer that they should.
But everyone seeking something.
Some look and look and don't see.
Some see but don't look enough.
Many hear and don't listen.
Some listen while not hearing.
What's this Clear mess?
Didn't the Lord match the Gravity of Each Soul towards the Centre of All Blessing?
Or you think you can spin by the own desire.
Very good. Keep spinning. But you're not rotating.
Grace is missing there where the face is not shinning.
Shine or shine not?
That's the question any Earth should talk about the answer of not being.
Be-ing. Engineer of Certainity is One whose throne cannot be reached by the sight.
But when the trajectories are closed. And when light is no more available when it was before.
Many will see the unseen. And someone's compass will match with the map of Reality.
Reality. What is it?
Is is the Water on the Earth.
Some are Crystal Clear. Some are polluted by the ignorance of the intellectual wc.
Don't you see?
What you couldn't before?
Or you look without hearing.
And you think without being able to.
Don't think. Let the Gravity of your Trajectory spin your grace toward the Waiting Face.
There is no face more shinning than when everything gets in the right place from the left side.
The prisoners of time are dead.
The prisoners of letters are alive in their polluted atmosphere.
How many light beams it takes for you to put the glasses of Reality?
How many Eagles does it take you to teach how to fly in the Clear sky?
How many many does it How.
Stories are myths of uncovering the covered.
Open your chest to the Surrender of Love.
It's One GOD, you're One Earth. And have One Core.
One on One.
Each in the Own Trajectory in Architecture of the Lord.
See?
Hear?
Think?
Because it's your Responsiblity.
Praise be to GOD. The Lord of The Worlds.
Peace,
Rinon Hoxha - Ustahi