| The Love |
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| Written by Lina Ru |
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[I knew I had been changing a lot. My state of concentration had become more stable. Things are seen differently when I control my thoughts, and admire the present moment.
I laid down to sleep. My last thoughts were: “Life is a journey toward the heart. A place we can refuge when loneliness seems to gain strength There are no empty spaces, when we are open places for love.”
2:00 AM 1st Dream
I was born in a strange world where children are born from trees, and elephants sing silly songs.
I was happy with the climate, almost always fresh. A smell of sugar cotton came from the rivers. People spoke the language of love…]
The gift of love |