We wear over our souls, they douse all that beautiful light that is within us. There are only a very few of us who are able to take them off and to walk, naked and shining, through the corn. The world is a lovely place we have transformed into a hell, by means of our egos that destroy not only us but also everything around us, and that cloud our eyes to the truth that we are all angels but do not know it, living in an inferno that should be Heaven, but never will be, thanks to the tattered overcoats we wear over our invisible and useless perfection.
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May 30, 2016
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Yes.
Posted by: Jan Martin Löhndorf | May 30, 2016 at 02:33 PM
Thank you, Jan Martin. You have a good soul. I'm so glad we're communicating again. I've missed you.
Posted by: Mike | May 31, 2016 at 09:48 AM
Thank you so much!
Posted by: Jan Martin Löhndorf | May 31, 2016 at 06:51 PM