I need a lot of time alone, immersing my entire room in smoke. Keeping both feet on the ground, but still being uplifted in spirit: balance can be difficult. Feel my nerves screaming for help when trouble tries to destroy my peaceful existence. I can only divide myself into limited pages
so don't be angry if I spoil something sometimes.
I don't want to irritate anyone or argue with anyone, but most people do
/>People seem to enjoy encouraging me to do this. And when I
start sharing, thousands of guys scream and are happy
because they can point fingers. Their mouths tear to torment me, my choice of path is the hard or the climb. Nevertheless
everything is for the pleasure of our one, only, holy, spiritual
constructor of all beings. But I don't understand the blueprint yet and
Drink Heineken and am happy that there are some who are with me in love.
I know you can't always be with me , and only God alone is my light, but you let me in on his secret. And when you are with me
in spirit alone, you are the sun that shines, sky that weeps, ground for
my germ.
I don't know where to start shall find me in the dark, in the jungle
of my own mind where voices rumble. Store information in files, sorted data and facts that spark knowledge, but somehow still don't make you happy. Fill gaps in knowledge with things most people don't know, which makes it difficult for me to communicate on normal wavelengths. Constantly in turbulence at the spiritual limits, wanting too much
and doing too little for the real essences. I have to recognize what it means to think with
the heart, to direct thoughts to which they give me joy
. Limiting it to the essentials: the center of my being, understanding the voice that has to be somewhere in my silence. But I think I lost myself, didn't find my connection to the divine, and became analytical. Expecting too much in words, too little in feelings, I know everything about prana, but all I can feel is breath. I believe I am in holy war with myself, and I hope that the spiritual will win, that my hate will succumb to my love, doubt, wisdom. That's why
I fall on my knees and thank Allah for giving me strength.
I know you can't always be with me and only God is my
light, but you let me in on its secret. And when you are with me
in spirit alone, you are the sun that shines, heaven that weeps, ground for
my germ.

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