Sandy Rodella "Falling Stars".
Jesus
Jesus of Nazareth meets Jesus of the Christians in a garden in the hills of Lebanon.
A long converse, and each time Jesus of Nazareth goes away saying to Jesus of the Christians:
"My dear, I fear that we will never agree .. never ...!"
The truly religious man does not embrace any religion.
And he who embraces one - not religion!
FAITH IS AN OASIS IN THE HEART
THE CARAVAN OF THOUGHT never reach!
I realized that was not a kingdom that Jesus was looking for, or that
wanted to free ourselves from the Romans.
His reign was that of the heart.
Humanity believes that his crucifixion was painful ...
And all that humanity has to offer, just tears and wailing and lamentation.
For centuries, mankind has venerated the weakness in the person of the Savior.
But the Nazarene was not weak! He was strong and still is!
But men refuse to heed the true meaning of force.
JESUS \u200b\u200bWAS A WILD STORM THAT ALL THE FRINGE ALI Storp
He feared his persecutors nor his enemies. He suffered in front of his killers.
He defied all despots and oppressors. Tacitus evil, falsehood crushed and smothered betrayal.
Jesus never lived in fear, he died SUFFERING or complain;
DIED with a heroism that frightened HIS MURDERERS AND ITS TORTURE!
Jesus did not come from the center of the circle light to persuade the man to become a strong
Monaco or a priest, but on this earth was to proclaim a new spirit
with the power to erode the foundation of any monarchy built upon human bones and skulls.
He came to demolish the sumptuous palaces, built over the graves of the weak and destroy the idols
erected over the bodies of the poor. Jesus was sent here to teach people to build churches and temples, majestic
between the cold huts and dismal hovels of the wretched.
HE WAS TO MAKE THE HEART OF 'MAN A temple, the soul an altar,
OF MIND AND A PRIEST.
These are the teachings for which he was crucified. And if Humanity were wise, today
would stand and sing the song of conquest by force and the hymn of triumph.
Would you like to talk to you about Jesus, but how can you collect
the ardent love song
universe in the hollow of a slender cane?
In every heartbeat of the day Jesus recognized His Father.
I saw in the profile of the clouds and the shadows they cast on the fields.
He saw the face of the Father reflected in the still waters of mountain lakes, and the imperceptible
imprint of your foot on the sand.
You should understand that not only the mind but in spirit.
The mind weighs and measures, but the spirit that penetrates the heart of life
and embraces the secret;
SEED AND THE SPIRIT OF DEATH KNOWS NO
Wind can infuriate and resting, and the sea swells and subsides, but the heart
a sphere of life is quiet and still and the star that shines
will never set!
Christ is the man who revealed God as a being of joy.
BUT PEOPLE DO NOT KNOW GOD BE HAPPY WITH A HAPPY,
recognizes only the gods of his suffering.
THEY DO NOT rises up to divinity, but rather UNTIL THEY LOWER THE DIVINITY.
These people would reveal another god apart in the forest, and celebrate life!
It's a shame, a shame really, that they have never lent ear to the laughter of Jesus
SOLITARY MAN is THE STRONGEST OF MEN!
At the time of Nazareth was more powerful than your entire race.
LOVE IS A SACRED MYSTERY
For those who love is a force that leaves you speechless.
Who does not love however, is but a game that does not involve the heart.
Jesus had to anger the hypocrites, and despised them. His anger scourged them like a storm.
His voice was thunder in their ears, and he terrified them. As moles in the darkness of the earth
worked to undermine his path. But he smiled at them, because you can not cheat the spirit,
nor is it possible to trap.
Jesus did not condemn the thief or the murderess, but inexorably condemned the hypocritical
whose face is hidden behind a mask.
FACED ALL'IPOCRITA is closed and inaccessible!
The weak, you call sinners, are like sparrows featherless falling from the nest.
The hypocrite is the vulture awaiting the death of the rock quarry.
The weak creatures are lost in the desert. But the hypocrisy is not lost.
He knows the way, but laughs between the sand and wind.
BLESSED ARE SAFELY IN SPIRIT
BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO ARE NOT SLAVES OF RICHES
THEY SHALL BE FREE!
BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO HUNGER FOR TRUTH AND BEAUTY
Blessed are the pure in heart for they WILL BE ONE WITH GOD
Be yourself the light of the world. Do not hide a flame under a bucket, do it instead Shine Above
that gives light to all who are seeking the City of God
who gives will be rewarded more generously.
And from everyone according to his needs!
JESUS \u200b\u200bOF NAZARETH AS WE WAS BORN AND GREW
HIS MOTHER AND HIS FATHER WERE LIKE OUR PARENTS
And as we He was a man ...
CALL THE SON OF MAN
is Jesus of Nazareth who dwells in my heart, all that the poet makes us poets,
spirit knocking on our door that we wake and let our illusions,
entering into the power of truth and simple mild.
The Nazarene wanted us to live our hours in the intensity and fullness of love.
He taught man how to break the chains of slavery to be free from their past.
I often wonder if Jesus was a man of flesh and blood like us, or
an idea that appeared to the imagination of men.
However, the current of all the rivers of the past, present and future
not be enough to wipe out the memories we have of him. He was a mountain that burns in the night, and a faint glow over the hills.
was thunder in the sky, and all was whispering in the gentle mist of daybreak.
He was a roaring waterfall that flows from the top floor with sweeping everything
he meets along his journey. It was like a laugh of a child.
No, Jesus was not a ghost or a poetic creation ...
... He was a man like you and ME!
It was a man of joy, and was on the path of joy that came upon all the sorrows of men.
JESUS \u200b\u200bAND OFTEN IT WAS ONLY. WAS BETWEEN U.S., AND YET IT WAS NOT WITH U.S..
was on the ground but the sky was that he belonged.
only in the solitude can pierce LANDA overruns USA.
THERE IS NO DEPTH OUTSIDE OF THE SOUL MAN,
AND THE SOUL OF MAN IS THE ABYSS THAT CALLS HIMSELF.
The Nazarene spoke of a God too big to be foreign ----
soul of man, too aware and too loving to punish *
to preserve the memory of the sins of his creatures. God is the sun in the sky,
fire on the earth and light in the man's chest. We do not need another God *
rowing against the current but I know he never reaches the source, and
who crosses all the rivers but never dare to face the sea.
But look at me now, I'm a man who walks in harmony with the life and *
laugh from the moment the sun appears on the mountain until you
lies down over the hills. I do not care what will happen to me tomorrow! In the heart of the Nazarene
flowed two streams: that of
consubstantial with God, and the stream of ecstasy. And in my solitude
I followed the two sides of his heart. It was then that I began *
hear the murmur of those two streams even in my chest, and I was happy
. Yes, Jesus was a man and not a God, hence our surprise *
all our endless wonder. Neither the Romans nor the Jews do not ***
have really understood and not understood even His disciples who now preach
His name. The Romans killed him, and it was a mistake.
Galilei I wanted to make it a god, and even that was a mistake ...
But who really killed Jesus, if the Romans or the priests of Jerusalem.
were not the Romans or the priests to kill him. There was the whole world to honor him on that hill ...
Which flower, but the lotus, knows the waters and the sun? What
heart, if not that of the lotus, he knows the land and the sky?
Look, my love, the golden flower that floats between the high and deep as
do you and I, fluctuating between a love that has always been and always will be a
love. In Nazareth lived a poet is like the lotus, and his heart with us
cleaves the waters of the lake.
MAYBE NOT SEE WHERE THE BRANCH OF WILLOW kissing his reflection? It's beautiful,
OH MY BELOVED, HEAR THE YOUTH OF LIFE. It's nice to know
HIS JOY SOUND. THERE'S A POET IN NAZARETH, we both knew, and loves us.
IMMERSE THE REMO, MY LOVE AND LET ME Relief STRINGS. Who was that
JESUS \u200b\u200bOF NAZARETH, AND WHAT WAS THAT? A MAN THAT I dare not put into practice
their thoughts. THIS SVAN Forgotten, forgotten forever ...
A LONG TIME NOW THE CEDAR TREE FELL, BUT IT PERSISTS
fragrance, pervade OF SELF AND ALWAYS THE FOUR CORNERS OF THE EARTH.
SMACK!
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