a question arose long ago.
what is the sense of the human existence ?
who created all the souls and grants us our lives
so many times ?
they looked at the stars and the entire universe
smiled back and said nothing.
when will be brought the knowledge to this plane ?
when will we realize our divinity ?
can we survive ?
who turns the darkness to the light ?
they looked at the stars and the entire universe
smiled back and said nothing.
a man received the answer :
- the thought is a doer,
your soul is a part of the Great Soul,
your mind is the big adventurer with wings
that dreams, that brings creation into reality.
they've misunderstood him until today.
a lot of words in a book
never brought them closer to god.