Friday
Webs and Colors
Miracles happen everyday. Every second of each breath we take is like a thousand miracles bursting from the unfathomable gist of the human soul. I hope to see the source of it all. To be transparent and merge with the original creation and thus, comprehend. Comprehend without comprehending at all. Behold the beauty that God has stored within us from the time He gathered dust and moulded it to human form. A masterpiece. The highest form of beauty, His image, carved inside our fragility. I have been blind since birth. I want to see, LORD. Thank You.
Labels:
aborlan,
autumn,
jazz,
Joya Family,
laughter,
life,
memories of Aborlan,
palawan,
Palawan Republik,
youth
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Poza cu omida este deosebita din foarte multe puncte de vedere. O mare reusita!
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