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Word


We use thousands of words in our everyday life. We speak them, write them, read them. They all mean billions of different things that are like Christmas tree ornaments of a dictionary.

But, what does the word mean? Is the meaning of the word important when we are choosing a word to speak? How does a poet chooses the word to express his feelings?

Word is a DNA that makes us human. It is life itself, more important than a breath, and a heart beat. It is the most important thing that is worth to live for and to die for.

Word is the trust that keeps the cells of our body together. Word is the blood of our soldiers on the ground that keeps us safe, makes us able to smile. Our children are running happily because of that blood – because of that word!

Word is the faith that makes god The God! Do you believe in God? Who is your God? Your answer is your word, your God!

“You shall not make for yourself any carved image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth; you shall not bow down to them nor serve them. “

Is your word a carved image of where Jesus died? Do you bow to the Cross? If the above is the God’s word, who is your God?

“You shall not bear false witness…”
“You shall not kill”

Jesus could have fight! Jesus could have escaped! Jesus could have lied! But he chose to die for the word – his word. Because He meant what he said! 

Do you mean what you speak? What does the word “God” mean to you? Who is your God? Do you follow his word or an image?

So, what does the word mean to you? What is its worth?

Is the word important to you that:
you can keep the secret of your friend, your nation, your belief even though you know you will loose the most you love?
you drop your work to run to help your friend even though you know you will lose your job?
you keep YOUR WORD even though you know you will be left with no friends, no family, no money, with nothing…

You are a person of your word! 

When the marriage of the word and the mean
Then the sound of the carriage dimmed
Pen lost the wisdom of the age to the world scene
Men not be heard in this cage but seen
A Silent stage where all words end up clean.

I Love You!
By all Means. 


New White Beginning


Happy New Year to All.

As many of my friends know, I often write about my feelings and observations into my old-school journals. I always wanted to start an online blog where I can also share it with my dear friends, but never had a chance to have the first push to establish it. The beginning of 2010 became the inspiration of a new start, new hope and this blog.

It was snowing in Boston today and I had a chance to walk down the snowy white sidewalks of this great city. It is not easy not to start dreaming when you come across the beautiful frozen Charles River covered with white snow at night. The rainbow colors of the Christmas lights dancing on the shiny bosoms of the Boston Skyline. Few lovers are passing by hand to hand that brings back the memories of my dreams of love. Few stand by the river all alone by themselves, thinking probably… “I should start writing…”

It is just 10 minutes to midnight, I am heading to the Copley Square in quick steps, rushing with other people to catch the countdown. I made it on-time along with the herd. There is a concert on the stairs of the famous Boston Public Library which I did not hear a note from it due to the avalanche of thoughts. I walked around the park, passed the magical Trinity Church, watching other people. The souls surrounding me pulls me into their minds, some happy, some hopeful, some sad – I try to swim out of it to breath. “I need to write…”

White color was always the symbol of purity, cleanliness, and innocence. A clean white page, snow covered old city,a new white year – full of hope, happiness, love… Let it begin… 3 – 2 – 1


2010

Death

Death is a like a wall between the dark and this world. Whatever you throw at it, will come back to you. The faster and stronger you throw, the faster and stronger you feel in return. takes one to break the wall. Then all becomes one, where you keep what is in your hand, and lose the ones you throw.

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