MIRROR-WORLD

I was looking at the virgin sheet of white angels outside, which was slowly falling on my head from the clouds! The swans performed their celestial dance on the mirror-ice, and I felt that my soul was sinking in the silence, and the cold was threatening. I didn't want to understand the world: which is vast and complex! I wanted to know which mirror-self I would have to deal with, the roots of my fears in myself - should I look with a wolf's eye?

The pale bridal face of the sky turned into a dove soul. It was beautiful. I looked at the merciless gaze of the freezing frost and deciphered what was allowed and what I absolutely had to do: I should have listened silently to the sounds of eternal love, paying attention to everything and searching every minute.

The current Mirror world has become a tiny particle stretching into infinity, in whose crystal-eye the entire universe has turned into a diamond: the struggle of man remains only a dream, an eternal hallucination!

Abundantly and in winter, in the frosty December, on the heavenly veils of frosty snowdrops, the tiny and snow-white choir of angels weaves stars of true pearl on the branches of pine trees scented with honey resin.

Together with Santa and the angels, with big sacks, they bring the rosy candlelight world of happiness to the fairy faces of the children, and every person in whose soul, in the secret cup of heart petals, a little person watches and hopes.

and stealthily looks at the holy holiday of Christmas, the whole blessed balmy warmth of his dear soul is sublimely and humbly filled with the triple motto of love, faith, and hope! And the messengers of dream elves quietly watch that the blessed fruit of love of our Blessed Mother moves a halo of light into the hearts of people.