Character: People. Page 35

Devote yourself to
In the secrets of life
They do not care
They are waiting for you!

Stir up in your heart, like Its architect, God temple of,
Love and faith are sanctified expensive images
More dreams and inspiration colorful stained glass
Decorated with available life-giving solar rays.
And God in it, with all diligence already, you serve yourself
Walking everywhere and only His ways, before His Eyes,
Being involved and the spirit and their own footsteps
Even, almost equal to the saints, the earth and the heavens!

As the whirlwind of passions in his soul nor kolobrod,
Who does not want to leave the path of sin,
The ashes is the spiritual bread
And stranger, when not a foe, the Lord Himself!
This way it's bumpy, the curve will go though
Holy, l own mother, father Lee blood,
Though God's high Court, though the criminal -
But all the same: he will do as you say, the flesh.

The spirit forever yearns for active symptoms,
Inexhaustible and immortal spirit one:
From mountain heights, Il from the same all the mystical depths
Inconceivably-vast Creations
From time to time he descends for the development of
And enlightenment of His gloomy lowlands -
And sovereign and unified of all flesh sir,
And, together, prisoner and hostage of the incarnation.

This was a dream come true,
To happen eh cherished plan, - double,
Not sparing your efforts and triple,
To prevent really couldn't nothing they increased tenfold;
And if you crept in inadvertently, then a hundredfold
One question immediately cut
How richly carpeted Dol of the earth
Autumn leaves under foot gold embroidered shroud...

He is a wise man indeed, whose views are wide,
Who at the same time a scientist and a Theosophist;
Leading a life without noise and distortions,
Though I wouldn't say "all", but in human beings;
Whose observations are precise and deep,
The heir of the first Christians, Chaldean magicians and Taoists,
The child and a profound philosopher...
Anyone in the stream and on the banks of the river.

When happened to you Woe,
Flared the house on fire,
The search for the cause is not outward,
Not guilty in parsing -
But his conscience fighting
And unredeemed fault
In blemish ripened grain,
With the fate of others in contention.

Who has gone - will pilestredet,
Offended - that tears shall wipe away,
In the words strict will give a report
Who recklessly throws them...
That people may commit -
For all then the answer carries;
What up abuse nor sends -
"God is not mocked"!

While raging merciless heat
Over gardens dry, forests and grasslands
Lying under the deep snow if entire district,
Il raining without stopping the pouring, -
Until then seeding demo?..
And exactly tell me what may be your merit,
Till the foe you're like other,
The key is picking up, it happens in front of you?

Or not and then test those
with which anyone
to dignify the fate
all of us on the path of life, -
so we could eventually
to find out the truth about yourself?

With the onset of spring in the land sown the seed, but later,from the darkness,
In its depths, dropping the stub again be pulled to light and moisture...
Or not as the ends of all roads and centuries when moving
Each time, necessarily have already concluded in a single step!

- Are you lost?
- I wouldn't do it. Don't touch him, he doesn't like it.
- Who doesn't?
- The Unicron. But I can show you how to kill him.

The girl is not ready to become a nobody, the girl is ready to become someone else.

You cannot think about eternity, when children cry from hunger, and I don't know what to feed them.