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A quiet morning scattered the smallest particles of light from heaven, they, streaming and playing, penetrate into my house. Night dreams and dreams are whirling in the air like a white cloud, aromas of strong coffee and vanilla are hovering in the kitchen, and a gentle melody is already sounding in the soul. And I want to smile at the new day, dissolving in this endless and so beautiful serenity. Isn't this a small, quiet human happiness? ..

You do not know at all when and where and how unhappy love ends. But one beautiful morning you wake up and your teacup is empty. At the bottom there are only two small tea leaves - echoes of souls and a dirty rim on the edges of the dishes that served as a vessel for love. It's all. Go ahead, wash your cup. To pour new tea into it.

New morning, new day, new opportunities, new chance to open your heart to beauty. We cleanse our inner world, forget the bad, forgive insults, take a deep breath and learn to exhale only love. No one said it was easy, no one said it was impossible. Let's fill our hearts with love, because only loving pure hearts can fill the world with harmony and goodness.

The morning is like a milky thick veil, smoothly covering the viscous glossy night with a light beige foam. Whether it's clouds or the breath of a drink brewed by our senses on the awakening solar fire. A breath of wind - and yesterday's sunset embers become crimson scarlet again, a moment passes and the magic of the night flows smoothly into a coffee cup, leaving an insinuating trail of tart aroma with a characteristic spicy bitterness and a bouquet of candied citrus fruits, merged with drops of buckwheat honey, pecan nuts and dark chocolate. A light breath extends the sky exactly as far as the current one can fit in it. The rays shift quietly behind the window glass, afraid to disturb the living magic in the thin snow-white palms of porcelain, it is in them that magic and mystery, depth and something new that has not yet happened are born. Lips freeze on the rim, as if the cloud finds a secret orbit at the highest point of gravity. The dance of silk drops flowing into a smooth and light smoke. All the concubines of the world will not be able to express this transparency, weightlessness and harmony of the silence of the night and the tonality of the day with their skillful bodies. A white cloud of foam settles with a newly born milky-pearl pearl on awakening feelings, leaving at the bottom a thick palette of future twilight, keeping secrets, images, visions. Light clouds and tart thick, and between them, in someone's palms, coffee life.

A pale morning oozed: in the east, behind long, washed, wadded clouds with a scarlet border, a yellow dawn was breaking. The hanging skies foreshadowed rain; but the dawn was clearer and brighter, and the blossoming beans shone brightly among the damp green foliage.

It is important that your reality, every morning, be a little prettier.

The soul wants to go beyond. Beyond all frames, walls, let go of all thoughts so that they turn into feathers and scatter, and become a feather itself, light, calm, balanced ... A feather is a symbol of elusive lightness, it is a dream that has dissolved on the sheets, these are ultra-subtle emotions , of which the heart is woven, and this happiness that lies weightless, quietly in your palm, but you feel it with every cell of your soul.

Morning comes regardless of dreams and forecasts. Just comes to be loved.

Hello dear morning - gentle, clean and golden!

... How easy it is to be strong. Without blinking an eye, solve all problems, brushing them off your shoulders like ridiculous dust. Wake up every morning and wish everyone a good morning, even if it's a white night and dew on your eyelashes. Achieve your goals, climbing the highest mountains, soothing dizziness with the cheerful singing of your favorite song. To smile. Is always. How easy it is to be strong. Being strong is so hard...

Morning. The sun. A new day. Roads...
plans. Goals. To-do list. Worries...
thoughts. They wander. They are looking for happiness in silence...
with a look. Gentle. Watching. Happiness...
happiness is just nearby.
Remember.

The morning smokes clouds across the sky. Gray and misty all around. There is only a faint light on the horizon. So it is with life... Learn to see the light. In everything.

An ancient tradition tells how a crown of thorns lay on the altar throughout Holy Week, but on Easter morning it was found turned into a wreath of fragrant roses; each thorn turned into a rose. So the crowns of earthly suffering in the warmth of Divine love turn into gardens of roses.

Remember: reality should not make you want to hide in your room under the bed, it should feel like velvet to you. Such a wonderful Viennese morning that smells of phenomenal pastries, and grass, and freshness in summer, and silence, and no one, and birds, and such water - blue-blue, transparent-transparent. And everything sparkles. And so quiet. And then you enter this water, and it hugs you. And she's holding you. This is how reality should feel to you. Here it is just like oil flows around you. Don't hide from reality under the bed. Synchronize with the world.