Van Gogh’s Rainbow Reflection.Happy changes that come true

These strange things in life shroud us in their severe and fatalistic mist of existence…

Today you are here and tomorrow you are far from your thoughts, habits and home…

It is impossible to measure the influx of dark forces that await you everywhere…

Suffering from the inside fire joins you with the approaching shadow of death…

It will appear suddenly and shroud you in a snowy lifeless cloud…

Later this once blossoming world around you will freeze, darken and die away…

While already feeling the stare and the touch of the velvety veil of death your spirit will light up and you will drift towards there – below the light of what you have lived through and experienced, below the rose-bush of once airy love and loving looks…

It feels so good when your body is motionless – it cannot feel any pain and melts away but the soul — like a star from the universe — is given rise by the heart worn out from the thorns of roads…

         The shining Universe will carefully touch your appeared soul and — giving you a final kiss — it will glow like a rainbow bidding farewell to the past and welcoming the future…

Misfortune and the dull wicked light coming from the people who tortured you will soon vanish for ever…

You will rise together with your rightfulness and sufferings which became your superiority of dying…

You will only be able to invite your intimates to go with you…

For thousands of years words have deceived us and without our viewless but guiding feelings we would not have been given the chance to rise now and to disappear among the joyful silver clouds that adopted us…

The anthem of death and moaning will be written in the books of stern lone monks who believe that life represents a staircase to hell…

The anthem of life will be written when the recipes of quiet death are found…

The boredom of centuries will be blended with warfare and putting to death…

The ignorance of centuries will mix with enlightenment…

People’s gold will drive its likes mad…

And only love always saves the souls of the lost human herd…

If love dies the rest will die from the anger towards one another…

But while you are suffering and dying you can touch love along with those who love…

Every moan made by gentle unprotected love will bring us closer to it…

If you suffered and died you will be there…

On the staircase to heaven….

 

 

 

 

 

Автор: magsaund

Образование высшее, экономист. Живу осмысленно, имею привычку думать самостоятельно, т.к. всегда учусь чему то и имею свое мнение, и понимаю, что каждый несет свою ношу. Если ноша бросается, начинаются плохие привычки.

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