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Nothing is left of meEach time I see her

I did not know what she suffered from, but I knew that her malady must have been horrible; I knew that from the way she used to embrace me.

But he thought that if the world was layered with meaning, then she was the evidence, right here.

Who is She? She is your power, your Feminine source. Big Mama. The Goddess. The Great Mystery. The web-weaver. The life force. The first time, the twentieth time you may not recognize her. Or pretend not to hear. As she fills your body with ripples of terror and delight.But when she calls you will know you__e been called. Then it is up to you to decide if you will answer.

That was the thing about her. When you told her about an incident where you so badly screwed up, half expecting her to laugh at you in amusement, half anticipating a smirk of disgust, she would hardly express her pity or maybe she did express what she felt, for she would just nod her head, gesturing you to go on... As if it's normal... As if you're normal.

She said, "Right now, while we have this time, I'm not going to do any of that other stuff. I'm going to seize this moment and simply enjoy being with Jesus while I can." Mary made a deliberate choice. She wasn't being lazy and using company as an excuse to get out of helping her sister with chores. She was choosing to focus on what mattered the most.

He kept wandering all his life until the day he met her. For the first time, he felt he should stop and never look back again. Everything else seemed worthless. Such was her magic.

She was sleeping on the bed like a novel that is yet to be read and he sat on the floor, reading her, moving his fingers through her hair and staring at her face like she was magic that none ever understood.

For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.

Me: I am very busy now. Can you please excuse me for few minutes?She: Oh ok. But why are you sweating all over your body?Me: I am very busy, that is why. I am dreaming extra-large dreams.

Everything she heard, everything she saw seemed to be in disagreement with her own manner of understanding and feeling. To her, the sun did not appear red enough, the nights pale enough, the skies deep enough. Her fleeting conception of things and beings condemned her fatally to a perversion of her senses, to vagaries of the spirit and left her nothing but the torment of an unachieved longing, the torture of unfulfilled desires.

But when she finally got the wings to fly she realized she had nowhere else to go to...

For it was the light, that was flowing in her veins but not blood. Every time she was wounded, she killed the demons in the dark, rather than feeding and keeping them alive.

he turns to the sunlight,And lifts her face up,She searches for the light,The light of hope, the light to kill her darkness She is broken inside, has lost her hope to revive,It__ all dark even in the brightest of daylight,She was living with the hurricane eyes all her lifeBut today, the storm has hit high,Touching her face, blowing her mind,Whispering into her subconscious mind,And as the lamp comes to her sight,She finds the real source of light, Gathering all broken pieces to survive, The light she was searching for has always been inside.Because she has always been the star wrapped in the skin of life!! ~AB

A virtuos woman is not moved by big names and flamboyance, but only men of profound wisdom and integrity move her.

I can do ALL THINGS through Christ who empowers, enriches, equips, enlightens, energizes, recreates, revives, promotes, strengthens, purifies, sponsors, and prepares me! Yes, I can... ALL THINGS, I can!

She has her own brand of strength,brought to the surface by the dim glow of the streetlight and the whisper of night air on her skin.

In a world full of polished and perfected final drafts, she was the raw and honest scribbled story.