It is happening all over again. That sickly helpless feeling that spread
with its icy fingers, slowly eating up all faith and hope.
We are frightened of everything. We call it caution. We call it common sense. We call it practicality. We call it playing the odds,
but that's only because we're afraid to call it by its real name,
and its real name is fear.

"Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing......Only I will remain."

I'm so very tired of being afraid....

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Wonderful gifts from beloved friends!


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Nadir
Nadir

A pregnant moment,
though every day must die
this day is bleeding,

a slow, relentless ending
leaving little room for hope. A MI AMADO SAMO
A MI AMADO SAMO,
"espérame en el cielo"
pequeño pedazo de mi corazón
amor incondicional en estado puro y todo Bondad
me diste tanto y esperabas tan poco…
LÁGRIMAS DE AMOR POR TI
Fueron cinco días de lenta espera y cruel agonía para mí,
y ahora siento el dolor de tu ausencia en cada poro de mi piel,
y ese nudo en mi garganta cada vez que pronuncio tu nombre,
lágrimas de amor que inundan el vacío que dejaste en mi vida
y en mi corazón desierto por tu falta y repleto de añoranza,
y esta angustia que me corta la respiración y ahoga mis palabras
cada vez que intento hablar de ti…
No sé si alguien es capaz de entender este dolor que sien