Marianne

Marianne

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Nasr City, Egypt
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About Me

Hi,
Am Marianne :-) 22 years old. I can't say that I am a good writer. I just like to express myself and express my thoughts and feelings. I don't mean to waste the time of anyone who will read what I am writing. Most probably you will find me writing letters to myself.


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JRB

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Posted 16 Years Ago


The truth within your consciousness is like the horizon that recedes before you. As you journey towards your inner quest in the direction of the leading edge of your belief acceptance. And your knowledge and understanding of the prevailing path grows, the next ascending possibility will always beckon you. For wisdom brings together within the truth of your existence, your soul�s essence, in which is attained by your own experience. Pursue your goal of achieving the truth within your reality of consciousness, in the most direct manner. The paradox is of course, is that you are both the voyager and the pathway; the treasure that you seek is undeveloped within you and has always been and always will be. It has not been hidden from you, you have hide from it, so wake it up, face it, accept it, than use it, by becoming it.
Jan/uisiom


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Posted 16 Years Ago


The Gladness of Nature
by William Cullen Bryant



Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?

There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.

The clouds are at play in the azure space
And their shadows at play on the bright-green vale,
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
And there they roll on the easy gale.

There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,
There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.

And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,
On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.

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Posted 16 Years Ago


Hi,
I am sorry to annoy you and waste your time. I'm not that expert in writing or expressing myself. I just need a place to speak up my mind, to say my thoughts, even if no body going to read them, I think I will feel better if I spoke.