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Harbour - a place where ships saved from storms and distress from customs duties.

Isn't it odd to leave the station during a great storm?

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak,
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
Th'offender''s sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence''s cross.
Ah, but those tears are pearl which thy love sheeds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.




Brilliant I was promised day
Without the cloak I left the house.
But the clouds caught up with me a shadow,
Overtaken by a storm of hail and rain.
Let then, making his way from behind the clouds,
Gently touched my brow,
Beaten by the rain, your mild ray, -
You heal my wounds could not.
I was not happy about your sorrow,
Your remorse is not fun.
Sympathy for the offender, hardly
Heal ulcers burning resentment.
But your tears, tears of pearl streams,
As the shower washed away all your sins!

Under a clingy cold, the wind hard wet
It slowly cooled the ardor of the violent fire;
There stood the chain of mountains, peaks freezes;
There are smooth ocean howled in a voice drawling;
That trembled the forest, deaf and high
From the fight and the fiercest of beasts, from their intercourse;
Here a storm of disasters, a whirlwind of events
Transformed the continents;
Where fought formidable cyclones,
Capes framed their teeth and slopes;
Beasts wild kin have disappeared; for century after century
The diminishing of the scope of wrestling bumps and drops, -
And after thousands of years of madness and the shadow
Was in the mirror universe people!

But as bezoblachnoe follow the clouds
And the storm drowns in a sea of ships,
And the source of our salvation
Suddenly turned into the death of spring.

Question: One, whether the spirit involved in the work of such phenomena, as for example, a storm, or going to many?
Answer: Countless.

Storm - essence Nakakabawas. You serve her, without knowing it.

The solution is in you. The Lord wants to reveal to you the divine will, but you're not ready to see her, reflected in the waters of your soul, because you have there is a constant storm. And God speaks to you quietly, almost in a whisper! And in order to hear His words, you need to take in the absolute silence.

Often look at the stars. When you feel bad, when you hurt, when something does not work out, when I come for you soul storm go to the air and stay alone with the sky. Then the soul will calm down.

Know, feel - it work
And she is sometimes tired.
Waves of emotions like acid:
Overdo - everything in my soul will burn.
Bright sun, hot summer,
Persistent cold, prickly February
It's not just the seasons of the planet,
And the proof that you're alive.
A storm of emotions. Give them a way out,
Give them out!
Scream, hug!
Let the pack of Panthers and snails.
Don't lock them in - let go!

That night was played in strong snow storm. Mom came to my bed, I pretended to be asleep, and then snuck out of the house into the garden and stood under the falling snow. Arms outstretched, I was chasing the falling snowflakes and watched them slowly melt at the fingertips. I was happy and sad at the same time - and, frankly, couldn't put it into words. My vocabulary was too small to catch is a network of words. Probably to catch the disappearing snowflakes is how to catch the happiness, when the acquisition ultimately does not give you anything. It reminded me that there is, outside of the parental home, the whole world: a huge, indescribably beautiful world. The world, which is still unavailable to me. Snowy night in the garden stood before my mind's eye for many years. As if the hardships which that life was surrounded, made this moment of freedom even brighter - as if a tiny light in the midst of hopeless darkness.

- I will not be able to beat you, not using my power.
- Not necessary to apply it. You are the power. The storm in your bones, in your blood.

Did you feel as you complete one thought, even so strange it seems, that there are any other desires and thoughts, and suddenly it bursts into a storm in your life and you instantly forget what you just tried with all my heart?

...It's better sometimes a storm at sea than no sea...