5.) Look, my dear, this beautiful world!

2016.10.08 15:20
 
 
 
"God, give me grace to accept with serenity
the things that cannot be changed,
Courage to change the things
which should be changed,
and the Wisdom to distinguish
the one from the other."
 
St. Francis of Assisi
 
 
*
 
 
 
Look, my dear, this beautiful world!
We are so amazingly different.
A huge, colourful variety of human skills.
Capabilities, talents, emotions, decisions, choices, intentions grown on free will's blessed substratum. Unique creator powers, living beside each other, working in their own special life lesson.
God's wonderful flower garden.
Every bloom flourishes by His planning, every hue is part of His whole painting.
Not a single flower, never asks others' permission unfolding their own particular, peculiarly coloured petals.
Not a single flower, never debates on others' uniquely customised colouring.
We are so different.
Various coloures, various shapes, various souls.
Various intents... yes, dear, I agree.
Others can be so strange.
They live so differently, their thoughts - like fairytales' mystical creatures - are unreachable, mysteriously elusive... and watching them you become scared.
They do everything on other ways... slipped out of your control.
They live, speak, act on unusually strange ways, what you never would choose.
What if, they do everything badly?
What if, they become to your enemy?
What if, you have the task, to force them change their ways?
 
Yes, dear, at this point you make a desperate recognition, which tells, that you must force and manipulate the whole world until it will follow the only one, single right way - your way!
And you begin to work on transforming the whole world!
 
Your violent interventions create personal wars among your family members, your half-truth, half-lie manipulative mishmash whirls you into unpleasant situations. Shame, quarreling, resentment are your gains.
Years go by, lifetime passes, you get tired, disillusioned and stay alone, furiously.
People are so stubborn!
They have their own will, don't let you to change them.
 
Yes... dear.... there are rules... eternal rules.
 
Changes can be created only within yourself!
 
Maybe others do strange, bad, wicked things, maybe your solutions are much better than theirs - but there is no possibility to force them to live by your ideas.
No one else can live by your ideas - but only you, yourself.
You have the right and opportunity to teach the world, to show your own examplary method, your right attitude - you may and you MUST share your noble personality, but that is all.
No more possibility!
You show example and the outside world will decide to believe and follow you - or not!
And when you realise this truth - you become calm and satisfied.
It is great to discover our inner borders, where we must stop. The lines are clear and understandable.
You have your own inner territory - where you have power to change and to become changed.
And there is an outsider foreign territory behind your borders, where your power is eliminated.
No need to carry the whole world's all existing problem on your shoulders, just focus onto yours, between your borders. Working here you'll become successful, and, maybe your example will motivate others ... and, be sure, in return you'll feel God's reward... that certain, long ago wished perfection!
 
07.2016
 
 

Keresés

Pour votre âme lointaine
 
Bien que votre intellect 
crie fort, présomptueusement,
mais le coeur tranquille, correct,
sait la vérité seulement.*
 
*
 
Like ink on snow-white paper, 
my lines are left behind,
they fade, sooner or later,
missing your sparkling light,
 
like slowly glowing ember
is dreaming of the flame,
as bugs, aged in amber,
preserve their long lost frame,
 
my spirit guards forever
the hopelessly valued
dream, the ghost of a never 
existed, but lost certitude,
 
emotions' hazy shiver
projects your dim images,
unveils memories' silver
mist between life-stages,
 
somewhere, inside a reversed, 
faraway, parallel,
well-copied Universe
our duplications dwell
 
inseparably out there,
their magnetic waves' noise 
echoes across my prayer, 
unlocks space time corridors,
 
conveying reminder signs
of a long ago passed 
time, when our destined life-lines
merged for good in far past.
 
*
 
* For your remote soul
Although your intellect
shouts loud, presumptuously,
but the correct, tranquil heart,
knows the truth only.
 
 
Eva

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