Author of quotes: Edward Delug

And the voice and the wind have a shadow... you have lust for life... You drink it everyday drink, like each of us... And the words in it be Yours, like each of us... the words are the same... but every word is a work of the Soul.. I am deeply convinced that the weight of words and the power of words big.. but the power comes only when the word each is the truth... the truth about things, about the event about the flower.. the truth.. open yourself to the truth of relationships... when words cease to be words.. when the word label, the flower fades, but the essence is blooming.. and you understand the nature of this event, you become.. the word disappears.. it is the essence... that is what gives a person the feeling.. it is this lust for life creates an inner flowering
You're not separate themselves from the "events" you - event

poetry is the natural course of things and events... are you breathing so, it is your essence..... Life - the concentration in time and space.. where the words always tend to be behind the word... you're nothing and everything... and I know "hunger' from which all suffering... We learn to Love... Love In this world for many has become miserable and neurotic sense... in this world... I write out of this world I'm writing, where everything becomes, but it doesn't... out of this humanity I live... and from the world that I write.

And I flourished her spring...
And in autumn I grew up with it...
Someone threw in the sky, the courage of candor
what birds is called a flight.

Short the miracle of sound, after long centuries of Silence...
Back in this life, we continue to sound the note, which left the world without us...
But note this is always the same - love...

Inhale and exhale...
The moment each of us to walk without touching the ground
and to put the foot firmly...
To touch based, but only to remember the unity...
Or to rely on the air, flying..
and drink it all with nothing..
to be a movement between shadow and light...
desperate to stay,
to go without touching...

It is non-eternal eternal instant.. . silent white paper and a mirror ink...
in the records, where available Light in any lives She... said before Its utterance...
Tight drop trembled on the sheet, will be presented by the singing, expose the larynx,
for your own nepriznania, itself by closing the road to retreat...
paganism will color the letters the altar and put all the Renaissance
Nude on the lunar calendar.

In each story come to live is in the mail the ashes and letter of flowering... Sometimes we are afraid to write letters to flowering, because they know the letters of the ashes... you would know and left the fear of pain, fear of recurrence of the handwriting of these letters.. making another mistake anti flowering - refusing to realize that the pain was donated to us as a lesson of growing up, and that we deserve this pain... in order to understand the only law of flowering - Love...
Look in the Dance when you Dance, it does not require anything from you... nothing except...the presence of a totally.
Have you pray... you're my prayer... and her words - the vertical... You already say yourself in every moment... you... You!... Life comes and looks into your eyes, pulls you by the sleeve and try your bastions of strength... You have it, in the thick of the sacraments.. have you meet her... You have Faith... And the Sun sets and the Sun rises in you, to remind you of who you are. Don't you know that Flowering is the way of the Heart?!

The man is beautiful... no one has as many features as the man... the Man is beautiful in its authenticity... in his pursuit of her ... and says one of our mutual friend, "we stood in line for the right to be in this life, and our chance, envied Higher" (for literally no answer, but the meaning is accurate). We came to know Love.

Blood of dawn fell on my chest and I suffered a burn of Light
and I have come to measurement of power hours, and I was looking for that forever
that doesn't leave me hungry in the wilderness...
that will cover the wound called "man".

All our void with the creation of the times were fields of sun flowers

Beauty submissive to those who touch her soul.
Invisible wind carries us through the world... She's looking for us, all of us...
turn away and will not listen, if only to say Her body...
only in running the Suite, where the sun is sharper and the smells and sounds,
She stops for a moment.

When you bared my heart out to see the sunrise... you'll remember yourself... you will forget this unforgettable death... and death will forget your face... you'll continue... to love is something that continues to Light... to Love is to give what is changing the world... we chose the Light of Love dear heart...
Eternal does not understand names, it remembers the Light of Love unrequited....
even centuries before the farewell...

Love, beholding us, what she feels when we give her the names?!..
. it's like she says: - come closer, when you feel your heart.

Somewhere in here, where eternity tells his tale to students of the first course of finding Love, in space limited temporary... is the house of the Heart... There is a warm hearth and friends, there are songs by candlelight, there are hot talks that don't end past midnight... I will be forever looked at this area meeting the eternal in the temporary... to be and nothing more...