The Spirit of Happiness/
Karasu, M.D. ✨
“Dissolution in God brings a blissful state of mind. It is the powerful calmness that you experienced, but can only emotionally remember, in your mothers womb: the imprinted sense of security; the complete trust that all will be taken care of; being fed and kept warm and protected; oneness with the mother. Dissolving yourself into the Divine Womb of God is such a security, a gentle folding into wholeness. ✨
Seeking such comfort somewhere else or with someone else only turned you into a living example of longing. The only place where yearning can be fulfilled is in the sanctuary of God. ✨
There, God is, and all is fine.” ✨
This is the message I will be sharing. This is the hope I need. ✨
“Come with me this morning to the church within our hearts, where the bells are always ringing, and the preacher whose name is Love — shall intercede for us! When I look around me and find myself alone, I sigh for you again; little sigh, and vain sigh, which will not bring you home.
I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider . . . every day you stay away — I miss my biggest heart; my own goes wandering round, and calls for (you), forgive me Darling, for every word I say — my heart is full of you . . . yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me… I shall grow more and more impatient until that dear day comes, for til now, I have only mourned for you; now I begin to hope for you.” To whom it may concern, you will know who you are when you read this .. my own words have failed me but my heart has not. These words taken from the letters of Emily Dickinson to the heart of her hearts. Not many could say it better. My heart ❤️ is here, my heart is open. #letters#towhomitmayconcern#youknowwhoyouare#love#longing#hope#hopeful#words#lossofwords#emilydickinson#yosemite#2016#morningslikethese
there are wounds
that have turned
your heart cold
when you think
might fool me
the day I
look at you
I smile to myself
behind this facade
loves to hide
📷 -I love you times infinity by jaymyccah/DeviantArt
I. I’d like to have what they’re having, I say. Yes, please, the whole package: the intertwined fingers, the complicit looks, the giggles, the rush of endorphines when she looks in her eyes and she smiles back at her. I open my purse to pay and realize I’m out of confidence. A sign says they don’t take self pity. I get kicked out unceremoniously.
II. I am making a nest out of fading memories and discarded dreams. Smile tear sigh laugh hand hip waist hair eyes lips heartbeat flowers glass. I shake off the snow from my hair and dead butterfies fall at my feet. "Take me home", I whisper softly under my scarf; but there is no home for me to go back to.
III. It is still dark when I open my eyes. There’s something in my throat. I can’t breathe. I sit up, trying to scream, coughing, retching, until a single word comes out of my mouth and lands in front of me on the bed. It’s my name. I wake up again, screaming this time. I draw the blanket closer around my body and wait for the dawn to break.
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