tanvir080 (tanvir080)

Each year I look back to my contact list and find out that there are people I’ll never call again.I still don’t delete the contacts and each year I remember how we used to have calls at one point of life.How fast night changes!

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Poem: Like a torn leaf The light of an old afternoon Enters the dusty space of my chest— As if someone wants to silently rewrite the forgotten story. The yellow stain on the corner of the page, Perhaps time was very soft— So, the dreams were scattered in the air, decaying with touch. The words floating in the air still come to my ears and say in a hushed voice— “Look back… Where you stopped, there is your beginning.” I opened the page and saw it— Half-written, half-broken, Just like my heart, Unfinished, yet alive.

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"In the ego’s dream, the body is vulnerable and subject to constant attack which seems to come from external sources. While we believe the body is our identity, we have every reason to feel apprehensive and fearful. The body needs constant care. "But our true Identity is sustained by the Love of God. As His one Son, He holds us all in the sure protection of His Love. He gives us all His strength to see past the fearful images of separation. As we learn to accept His Love as our own, the body becomes a means for communication of His Love to the world. Today we choose to be messengers of Love and peace."

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Time flies faster and we grow older. Our way of life changes and we started to see the world from some different perspectives.

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