“Words of an old soul's heart, Portrayal of the matrix art To break from the illusion Of your continuous delusion No chapter good or bad, Not happy, neither sad. Attachement to desire, The heart sparks inner fire.” HeartSoulDesireFireIllusionWordsDelusionAttachmentMatrixChapter Author:Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
“I figured out that I'm better off not explaining how and why I do the things that I do. If people can only read the surface of what you are, and that's all they want to see, let them see just what they need to see. Everything more is just something to keep and share only with the people that desire and are ready to receive that information. Words wasted on ears that do not listen and eyes that do not see are just seeds thrown on rocky ground. Prepare your ground first and then ask for the seeds.” PeopleDesireReadingShareInformationEarsSurfaceSeedsEyesReadListenThingsSeeWhyAskHowGroundReceiveRockyExplain Author:Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
“The moment you realize that no matter how far away in the sea you look for the love you desire, it is impossible for you to reach it without exploring the deepness within, then you will either walk on the surface or sink deeply. The light will guide you nevertheless.” LoveInspirationalLightSpiritualDesireSeaSurfaceMomentWalkExploreGuideDeepnessSink Author:Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
“How I wish I was like the water, Flowing so freely with every drop Let my every emotion wonder, No need to start, nor even stop How I wish I was like the fire, Burning with every flame up Leaving a trace of hot desire As a Phoenix raises its' wings up How I wish I was like the earth, Raising each flower from the ground Seeing the beauty of death and birth And then returning to the ground How I wish I was like the wind, Hearing each whisper, sound and thought A lonesome and wandering little wind, Shattering all that has been sought Oh, how I wish I was where you are, Not separated by empty space, so far It seems like we're galaxies apart, But we find hope within our heart And how I wish I was all of the above, So I can come below and yet forget, The beauty of angels which come down like a dove And demons who love with no regret.” LoveHeartEarthDeathDesireHopeSoundWaterSpaceEmotionBeautyFireWindFlowerRegretBirthHotWingsHearingThoughtWanderBurningAngelsDemonsDovePhoenixStartStopFlameWanderingLonesomeGroundWhisperGalaxiesTraceDropFlowingFreely Author:Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache