Monday, December 19, 2011

Taste of Freedom

Dissipate the smoke of disillusion, the beliefs of wrong and right in the soundless wisdom within you. Open your eyes to the world inside and you will see the stars bow down to build you a bridge that takes you to Him. Let His Love, flow to you like a river across the black netted sky, holding those sparkling diamonds, reflecting the richness of your soul. Let it touch, your very core, till the door of the cage, you call life, breaks opens and you flutter away like the white dove. Fly away, beloved one, for you have always been free.

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