JUDGMENT OF THE SOUL

The spawned lotus flowers of the deep swim in the deliberately hidden forest of the Spirit, which is increasingly difficult to notice, especially for the uninitiated, foolish eyes. Giant garlands of light are woven on the heads of unsuspecting, money-hungry macaws as the sparkling true pearls of myriads of rich people. Now the handcuff-like annual ring is still rushing inward, which would still measure the infinite passing of Time, which many interpret only physically, since the so-called spiritual maturity also has its own set of rules.

- You have no idea why the macaw is 22 and the new husband is 72?! The invisible human attitude would disembodiedly proclaim that happiness can never be measured by material possessions, yet the golden heart of ladies often easily seduces with fraudulent reasons. The discounted beneficiary of wills - even so it is not certain - is the young wife herself. The chitin-shell of the Spirit tears apart its own selfish, greedy Present Time, because it wants to be freed and independent from superficial passwords just as it is from meaningless, promising-lying human promises, appearances, alliances of friendly adoma.

A person is suffocated by guilt, by wondering how he could have betrayed himself in exchange for profits and benefits, saying: somehow you just have to live, don't you?! - Compromise often settled down, like the sticky, dirty mud of a swamp, while the roots of the talkative silences started to decay palpably. The glowing, sweaty, ringed fingers danced for support, but the credit for Loyalty was not theirs!

Speechlessness had already deliberately aborted him, and no more half-truths, endearing, name-calling words could grow from his body.