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Inside his Mind

A  24 year old woman walked by a café on a rainy sunday afternoon.  She was surrounded by the mist that accompanied her solitude. Long hours and a splendid walk after, she collapsed on the cushioned sofa in that dark place.  Peter Piper twisted her tongue with exhaustion, til no words she could whisper ever more.  She had stepped thru every shade the enchanted afternoon colors brought.  She opened the letter and began to read his words.  They brilliantly spoke out to her and soothed her shivering bones.  This young man full of dreams, hopes and idealistic verses covering that white page that stretched out and wrapped her like a blanket.  No ice castles she dreamed of, but the sincerity and plenitude of his world somehow made everything peaceful.  The radiating light from that white page illuminated the black ink and brought forth his words. Where was this man going? Where did he come from? His path was yet to be written and all she had left was believing in him.  Like a novel, full of adrenaline and hope, she opened her heart to the new adventure he proposed.  In a moment of silence, the sound of her respiration and heart beat were carried away by this stranger. What if she would choose another stranger? That was the risk she had to take.

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Two Separate Hearts

The left hand doesn´t know what the right hand is doing

Keeping humble actions from interests apart.  When the cart is heavy to push or if it’s a work of art, let your charity speak on its own and keep your left away, for its own best, for it can stay foreign and stay rest.  When making new transactions make sure your interests don´t collide, you must divide the thoughts that fill the mind.  Your left is kept better when hidden.  For hidden love is the best for mankind.  The right and its maneuvers intimidate when it discloses its ties.  Keep the right high to win the prize.  The left will shy and diminish its size. For a balanced action, negotiation or bargain the left will never be like the right.   

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A shut mouth catches no flies

 

“Two kinds of men succeed in political life; those of no principle, but of great talent; and men of no talent, but of one principle- that of obedience to their superiors.”

-Wendell Phillip

The first one, that is of highest brilliance is a huckster, he sells things to everyone.  The latter, is an athlete who participates in the game and entertains.  Asides from success, these two men hold another commonality, that is their mysterious silence.  We, the spectators make the noise, cheer and give charades.

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Rigor Mortis

At the time of your last breath….It was not about being good or bad, its was about being just.  Justice for those who deserved and earned.  Those who learned the law that governs souls.  

For the rest who know how the song of the cello goes, the echoes of their egos hang like bows in memory of their deathblows.  The cantos depose heroes in rows to give their last hellos, wearing maillots, ready to fall into the Nile, red that has bloodshed. 

Enviable of those who know how to impart justice with their eyes closed.  It is He who shows them what doors to close.