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* Each day we exhume ourselves to see if we are saints.
* Un ocean de sticlă pe timp de furtună am escaladat, nu mă laud, pentru că am ochi, pentru ca sunt om.
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Noi inimi de azi
în fine vremi
fi-vom văzuţi
cum antici-s văzuţi.
Voci fi-vor în litere bătute cu al lor pur spirit.
Auzind un grăunte
- plângând va de noastră soartă.
Sale lacrimi - un fluviu de sânge umil.
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Zori în satinată zgură. Adio! zodie lumească.
scelerat scepticism scheletic. Amar! laudă zadarnică.
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Nu încerca să urci pe muntele abrupt atât de repede incât să uiţi că l-ai urcat. Fi atent la fiecare pas pe care îl faci, fi atent la paşii persoanei alaturată ţie, priveşte luna, stelele, soarele, norii, pasarile şi apoi continuă.
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Acceptă inegalitatea şi apoi vei vedea, chiar daca ai fost orb, că această acceptare inseamnă egalitate.
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Putem asimila diferite ideologii politice, filosofice, putem asimila gândurile unor persoane pe care nu le-am cunoscut - dar rareori, noi, asimilăm iubirea... acest sentiment care ne este prieten tuturor şi ni-l dorim ca prieten dacă...
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Gândeste! Asupra problemelor lumii gândeşte-te - apoi incearcă să le rezolvi. Macar dacă o singura persoană ar incearca să rezolve o singură problemă in viaţă asupra vieţii pe care o trăieşte.
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Noi toţi suntem scrizofrenici dacă scrizofrenia inseamnă ură şi invidie.
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Fiecare om are uşa lui pe care să intre, de găsit este mai greu, dar odată ce o va găsi va invăţa că a greşit şi cum işi poate corecta aceste greşeli.
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Cine se sinucide nu numai pe sine se ucide. Cine ucide se sinucide.
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Ieşiţi din casele voastre! şi ajutaţi pe cei care nu au.
Cum putem fi atât de egoişti când în noi se află puterea de a dărui!
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Avem nevoie de pesimism pentru a cunoaşte problemele. Apoi de realism pentru a repara problemele.
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Calmul timpul peste noi l-a îngropat cu ciulini -- sacrificându-ne.
Teatral prin noi emoţi străbate, ursuz.
Orbi nu mai suntem măcar!
- ticăloşeniei templu, de noi, treptat întemeiat cu vlagă.
Ah! Bizar! Ne-am îndepărtat de levanta soartă
- de care nici zeii nu au reuşit...
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icons mute with sanguine tears
(addicted anguish)
tears among celestial rapture
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brothers,
swiftly our fingers shriek
constructing idols
brothers,
idols that reconstruct our fingers
into
foes.
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I exhumed a question,
buried by my birth
in the daylight
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"History is written by winners". The present is written by blockheads.
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All is said but man in different garments truth he clothes.
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(thoughts... I am agnostic)
Atheists must remember that the human [mind-spirit (not soul)] is far more important then any external elements, material excesses. Human perfection is Wisdom. Wisdom represents all that is great in the human nature; wisdom is in concordance with nature. Men must acknowledge that he is not above other men and is not above nature itself. Only the one that discovers oneself can truly be human. Those that want to truly understand my thoughts, “my” because I do not proclaim to have Absolute Knowledge - none has, must forget – momentarily about their current time, epoch, material state, spiritual state – because what I speak is one of the thousand truths that are eternal in their own nature, thus they are unchangeable. The external nature is changeable, while the internal nature is eternal.
Is the path towards wisdom (knowledge/love) truly awakened by the Divine? God? Angels – spiritual guides? Gods or goddesses? Or the path is illuminated by suffering (self, other-self) and love (of another).
When I first opened my eyes the earth, the ground on which I was standing, the ocean, the air, and sky appeared to me that they were mending with the horizon into a single being of fire. Nevertheless, this was only an appearance, only a glance of the eye – only after I seen life with my mind then I saw the truth --- that the horizon is dislocated. I know that the horizon is dislocated. We are no longer one.
My age must not be accounted for as I have reached a state of being that none, which I know of or read of reached at such an age. Yes, my age is of small importance – my age proves that all of us can attain one part of the universal truth at any moment in life. One to attain such an immense truth must live as a hermit, contemplating and reading and writing his thoughts, his truth. When I have spoken the word “hermit”, many have yelled. They argued that one could achieve knowledge only by being with others. “Do you not need to know thyself and thus gain knowledge of others? Are you not human? Do you not think or sadden, anger or laugh - love? One can be forever alone and still love all beings, one can be forever alone and still know what others think and feel. I am you and you are me.”
Self-awareness leads to self-realization (knowledge) and from this to other-self-awareness leading to other-self-realization (knowledge).
Another fact for me is love. I do not know which came for me first. As I was a hermit before knowing love. However, the last changed the inner being more. My life has changed; no longer was I the previous person. I do confess that before this state of being I was as many. I was in a deep mental slumber. I do confess that I have “sinned” probably more terrible then any other. I have reached a point in which I cursed (swear) God (All, One) – even though I was a child I left my anger overcome my reason. I cursed my mother and my aunt, reasons or not it was a terrible, ignorant act. So even the most “sinner” of men can awaken!
Dreams I had from childhood, intuition and high awareness, I though these were only the imagination of a child – a not-knower. Yes, some were only the imagination of a child, some could have enlightened me. Now I love – not one- but also all, not only Romanians, but also Englishmen, French, Hungarian, Jews, Americans, Russians, Africans, Chinese. I am all of these men; I am a Christian, a Jew, a Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, Atheist, and Gnostic. I am all because we are all born human. We are all ‘homo sapiens sapiens’ after that we create our individual essence [‘homo religious’, or not].
Eliphas Levi and many other did not understand such a fact, stating that the un-believer Is not a man, but an animal, a beast that is irrational and has no emotions. However, beasts too have emotions even though they are irrational.
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Note: materialists argue that there is no immaterial substance and that spiritual philosophies are hollow. Even if we maintain such a thought we must not forget that more important is the human then analyzing of external element (subordinate)
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We create outside ourselves what we create inside ourselves.
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Will to Wisdom
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We are a mountain among hills.
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We are fishermen of knowledge. (must be)
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Through wisdom one can overcome his animal side. Through wisdom one can be truly free.
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One can replace Will with Wisdom itself.
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From self-awareness - self-realization and from other-self-awareness - other self-realization one can replace the current Ego (impure) with the Wisdom Ego (pure). [or called by religions (eg. theosophy) Cosmic Christ - Paramartha (Buddhists)]
Why I have stated numerous times, though I am not the first, the importance of self-awareness and other-self-awareness? It is because by doing so one gets to know himself and his neighbor better. One learns to Forgive, one learns Compassion. Can wisdom be Grace? Yes.
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Men must become self-identified with Wisdom.
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Wisdom - virtue, justice, fortitude, utility, moderation, love, critical thinking, realism (present and near future) mixed with idealism (far future). (not in this order)
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We are born with an ancient sin say many... The single sin that can doom Men is intellectual and moral ignorance. Eden can be realized here through our spirit and knowledge. There is no ancient sin, only a present one.
Do you remember your great-great-grandfather? Do you remember from your knowledge of his passions, thoughts, desires - actions, words, even looks! - No... Therefore, you will take his place in turn, as he did as well.
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As every gesture of your hand is forgotten, as every movement of your lips is forgotten... so as a gesture, so as your lips... culture and history, aeons will be forgotten.
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Away, away
in an ill, blind city
trembling
my lips attached to void
rumbling
the fever of right eye
- desolate
in the ill, forgoten city.
Away, away....
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Hurl the red of Bacchus into white effervescent love!
Hurl the sun and the moon into one being!
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On infernal seas
time forsaken us to roam
petrified - reborn!
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Shadows wildly standing
Alone in a paradise unreal
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The stars collide lifting my body.
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Ravens mechanized
tick the inner voice of rain
- decomposing breath.
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When winter dawn paints,
pieces of seeds first I bring
on the grass snowed upon.
un strop de nisip tu desert reda-mi
- clipa lacului
* (Dislocarea Orizontului)
A fost agatat de aerul interior al sihastrului. Corbii cu dese albastre aripi furtunau printre norii cenusii valsand. Odata puteai sa il gasesti numai in inauntrul beznei. Se descompunea privind numai la gratia cu care se urcau gemenii-el cu ajutorul unei scari rulante spre noua cetate. Pe intortocheatele strazi se sufocau ceilalti-el, in delir umbla cat se putea de atent sa nu ii distraga pe habitantii asemeni umbrelor. Ploua, ploua uneori, uneori sunetul curgand prin limbile ceasului extern. Vederea ii era artificial luminata asteptand... tot asteptand sa reapara paznicul pentru a sparge fereastra pentru a se alatura gemenilor-el. Tot ce exista inainte acum era o halucinatie. Sufletul se autodevora. Trupurile din camera alaturata fugitiv trecatoare deformate zbiereau si isi scranceneau dintii. La fiecare secunda eclipsata cand frica se afla in cel mai inalt punct de fierbere a luciditatii isi intorcea privirea arsa de negura rosie, incalcita ce il invaluia asemenea unei smoli dense si uleioase lipindu-se de fragmentele din asfalt risipite prin imprejurimi. Ploua, ploua uneori, uneori ploaia ultravioleta era muta pe cand se revarsa nefasta pe portretele si peisajele din reverie. Termenul de realitate se dizolva intr-un pahar gol. Se ascundea in bratele bunicii lui imaginare sau, cateodata, inauntrul peticului de penumbra din camera. Se afla intr-un apartament cu trei camere. Aerul era amestecat cu cabluri incinse care ii sfarama respiratia, fortand bataile inimii sa accelereze precum un tren spre propria deraiere. Vara. Iarna. Temperatura oscila precum o orchestra alcatuita din instrumente neacordate. A fost facut din lut de catre un Tata pe care nu l-a cunoscut si o mama fecioara. Observa trupurile de pesti, cutia din care ieseau maini, picioare si cate un strigat de... Pamantul devenea ocean iar oceanul pamant iar valurile faceau amor cu cerul iar pasarile se opreau in plin zbor... incercand fiecare sa se scufunde in ocean precum toate celelalte vietati, precum fiinta. Plamanii lor erau rupti de ochii goi.
A fi nenascut si a fi nemuribund nu anticipase niciodata. Timpul ii era lene sa mai bata clopotele zodiilor.
Asa.Si, noi cu ce te putem ajuta? 
daca doresti, nu este obligatoriu
