Are you rich?
There are many rich people out there. And there some very poor. Do you ever misjudge them?
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Sometimes it's better to let one go
Many people asked for help with their troubled relationship. We always do what we can to make things better but sometimes Blessings
Alere flammam
The night flowing so easily like Glowing waves by the riverside, Where hearts placed high, as stars upon The crown o' Lord, the golden Throne. Among willows they kindle fire, Nine woods be here to feed the pyre. Their foreheads adorned with the star, Skyclad they stand, all ports afar. The Moon is full, Her face ablaze, Beneath silver charm stops the raze The crazed, the blind, the wicked man, Her light always be here, to lend. People stunned all, gazing in awe, From cradle, window and the grave, Seeing their faith in the firmament 'tis conjures up great yearn and repent. Mortals like stars, myriad point Of gleaming-fading hope; "Anoint them all, o Gods! With Love and Light!" There are no other greater mights. Old songs echoing by the shore, Her chosen Circle makes the choir; They sing what no one knoweth, alas! " 'Be Perfect Love, and Perfect Trust. " Dorek Todd
Independence
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams in full song? Do the woods whisper hush Is it the nightingale? Is it the thrush? Is it the smile of the autumn, the blush Of the spring? Is the world full of peace or alarms? Come to my arms, Laylah, come to my arms! Come to my arms, though the hurricane blow. Thunder and summer, or winter and snow, It is one to us, one, while our spirits are curled In the crimson caress: we are fond, we are furled Like lilies away from the war of the world. Are there spells beyond ours? Are there alien charms? Come to my arms, Laylah, come to my arms! Come to my arms! is it life? is it death? Is not all immortality born of your breath? Are not heaven and hell but as handmaids of yours Who are all that enflames, who are all that allures, Who are all that destroys, who are all that endures? I am yours, do I care if it heals me or harms? Come to my arms, Laylah, come to my arms! Aleister Crowley ...