THE DONKEY
There was once and forever a donkey which was always tied to a wheel and had to turn the day and the night, to pull water to the mill of his master.
But while turning, turning, always turning, she felt in her heart a gentle voice saying to him: "We are not donkeys, we are not asses."
But we heeded that much, even smiled and went back to turn the wheel, or if the case returned to his master suddenly had trouble!
months go by his sad time, then the years, even centuries, and he was always there to spin the wheel resigned to pull more water to the mill of his master, when suddenly suffered from that strange , sweet little voice in the Heart:
"We are not asses .. is not true that we are donkeys, the Master is not a donkey Us: We mirrored Soul and ascertain the truth! "
Then the serious doubts arose: "And 'it can never, ever have a donkey that are honest, I do everything the Lord asks me to, I never acted outside the law, respect always his commands, but they are never truly happy, I always feel guilty: there is always something wrong or I have not done to perfection, says that in the end I will have the prize, but when will all this? In the meantime, meanwhile humiliates me every day:
"I am your only Lord, you have to do whatever I command you for your own good, but even if you do it every ounce of your strength, you will always and only a small and stupid ass. I just know everything and I have power over all, you're just an insignificant beast of burden, you need to Thank me for every day of your life, otherwise you become a slave in Lord of the Pride.
Remember well: anyone who tells you otherwise is the pride against me! "
However, this time asked for a grace to his ancestral Master: a mirror to look.
The Furbaccione smiled, and immediately handed him his mirror when he found himself wept for joy and sorrow: it was just an ass, the Master was right, was happy to finally know for sure its nature and therefore could definitely resign, but on the other hand, his dream was shattered burning.
had decided not to listen anymore to the mild voice coming from his infinite heart, had taken him around, of course, and now he finally choked!
And so it was that died.
Soffiovibrante
In the beginning was the Word, the One Consciousness.
For Love enacted and took shape:
in the Game of the Double, the opposite of
Opposites.
And the evening and morning were the first day.
And the evening and morning were the second day.
horrible creatures.
And it was evening and there was morning on the third day.
turned Bella of the Pride,
man before he acted against his conscience.
Angels painted the Immortal Light.
And the evening and morning were the fourth day.
I wanted to imitate the sad deeds,
rebellion for the Angels of Light,
them and deprives him of the Essence.
And the evening and morning were the fifth day.
descended from such humble creature
humanity was forged by deception.
a virginal Triad imprisoned
his divine spirit was taken!
Such an acted lie in oblivion,
Consciousness without legitimacy.
And the evening and morning were the sixth day.
And then the Seventh Dawn broke, the Human Consciousness
rested!
Soul Mind Spirit
We look at each other through
transparent walls
and distorting mirrors ...
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