Earth, wind, rain and sun - call forth the mightiest of plants from the most obscure of humble seed. Then we watch them arise, God's wondrous lego-kit making everything from the atoms that matter so much.
It’s not possible that one would write for no reason, so read because that is the only way that we transfer knowledge from the brain of a writer to a reader, or from a writer to the whole world.
I am in love with your soul not your body. Your temperament is what lures me into you. Your deep soothing voice is what I crave for and your warmth is what I covet. When you smile at me it seems as if the whole world is mine. When our eyes exchange looks it feels as if everything has paused and belongs right in its place. Your mesmerising oceanic eyes have locked themselves in my mind and only thoughts about you mingle in my head. These feeling I have for you are stronger than just admiration, I think I am falling for you
hard, like the falling of stars.
All systems with imposed orders lean toward negative chaos, and for this reason peace may only be restored through deliberate injections of positive chaos until equilibrium is achieved. It is a long road of patience and forbearance, yet this is the only lasting way to restore social peace.
In a system built to persuade richer people to consume and poorer people to service that consumption in order to survive - the notion of sustainable living is counter-current.
From fourteen he worked in a factory that made bangles. Fifteen hours a day of toil, one meal at midnight, then a few hours of sleep before beginning once more. No daylight. No love. No windows. No sense of the weeks nor months that passed. He'd left home with the heart of a hero, as a boy who wanted to feed his family, and here he lived in a coffin, coughing, a trafficked child. He worked machines, poured metal, produced pretty things for petty prices. How is it that items that cost so much soul are sold for so few cents?
Lightning lit the skies in brilliant streaks. Fog embraced every tree, every square centimetre of of ground. Thunder declared itself as some rock star upon the stage. Sheets of rain revived the grass, resounding and rippling without frontier.
Above, the houses on the hill survive in valley-echoed hail.
Emerald eruptions of green envelop countryside in a carpet of living nature. Towers and trees - once boundless and bare - now flourish with vines, victorious as they claim their valley.
Streams once sucked of their nourishing liquids are now bustle with aquatic activity. Ripples run freely, harbingers of joy. The river, slowly but surely, creates a new liberty, surging over the banks to create a space, carving and forming the new paradise.
There, among the regenerating giant, a boy sat gazing out as nature unfolds its hidden secret.
"I don't know why I split myself open for someone who would never even bother to show me the thread."
Blooms grew in newly fragranced air, the sweet petals that fluttered reflected by the honeyed-sweetness within.
The dark horse angel had to win before the battle started, she had to win hearts and souls in a way that was impossible for the devil to counter. And so she whispered the words of love into the technological wind in ways the spread them as good seeds in holy earth. Her reign would be their water, the sun of heaven would be their light.
