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Thunderous Justice Against Evil Forces
In Guangxi there was a magistrate named Li who was fabulously wealthy. He had seven concubines and a mountain of treasures and rare objects. Magistrate Li died at the young age of 27 from illness. He had an old servant who was always loyal and honest. The servant was very sad that his master had died so early, so he asked the concubines to invite monks to set up an altar and chant sutras, to commemorate the departed soul.
By Chinmyth Storyteller10 months ago in Fiction
To whom it may see
Static of ethereal voices shimmering through windows of water Glowing into truths of faith without doubt As to see between years before and years ahead To the knowing and the unknown To flow with circuits and systems of equations and genetic hi's and hellos As to breathe a oasis of calm under the skies that are Crimson and are Blue As between the two Are one and the same To see flowing hearts shine in either war or peace That love prevails with or without the blue or Crimson ski As to know the human condition to feel not alone in all there is that is Earth Is a core truth that breathes the concept of being a human being As to know that the dancing genetics are Infact a piece of DNA that has been passed down since the beginning of humanity As to dance is to be free As to dance is to see We are meant to be in joy In Blue or Crimson Sky
By CAC Writers Division 210 months ago in Poets
Luna Sequence
Chaos thy Luna Sequence tetrahedron soulful soundscapes of dreams ionization The Sirens of luminous iridescent purple yellowish glowing skies I with mirrors and tears See the flowers grow tall And the one flower made of hope and a will In dimensions of endless oceans of souls and hearts that envision a moment To run amok and have my first car To sail down the road of the uncharted As they whisper our hearts Our dreams, yours and forever mine They hold with Crystalline love Tunes of lightning and stones to throw upon the lakes and the western ocean We are to thrive Unto our hands holding life Unto our hand holding your hand Calling the ship of our souls Carry me to the light of moons Follow the clearing The mist the echoing smiles See our souls anew Into your eyes of many minds I am here I am no where I am everywhere Transmuting and Transmissions within the fiber optics of the world within our hearts and souls Hello with clarity and uncharted stars Honour to be bestowed With the will of wills My mind to heart To run with laughter in light and limelight and moonlight in the turquoise fields that echo so well To see the colors bright so new To dance with the clovers and minds within so well Essence of freedom to the light of consciousness To the sage and the fire and the drums I with mind As you with tornado soul Show our glow Ever so freely Soil and Mirrors and Water and Aether and transit crows under Ravens mind of heart and soul Into your heart Let you start To begin to see How loved with essence you are To walk with purpose As to see your eyes Within my own And yours and yours Into her and her And him and him To see the streams of dreams ionize within the glowing skies To know your soul To call into the thunder As the lightning of the raven of andromeda Flows through your veins Engage thy flowing sounds of dreamscapes into kaleidoscope glowing rivers pouring out of the sky into the essence of the dance floor that is your home in your mind and heart you know so very well 28 sequences to see, how many sequences things take, to form under sun and moon Luminescence to eyes golden and silver Purple and glowing crimson With the lantern of soulful doves colored in iridescent dimensional cloth Into eternal internal knowing As to see As to see we see As to see you see That you are truly seen As in reverb in all in all All hearts can be heard As to be of tune To forevermore run wild and free in Turquoise fields in moonlight With Fae and tall grass flowing and glowing in the fields As to see To be so human Is to truly Still feel the warmth of another's hand holding yours And to smile And feel, Love.
By CAC Writers Division 210 months ago in Poets
Undying Devotion.
Chapter 1: Annabel's Family and Childhood Annabel grew up in a quaint little town, surrounded by the love and warmth of her family. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, were hardworking and kindhearted people who instilled in her the values of honesty and compassion. Annabel spent her childhood playing in the meadows, her laughter ringing through the air.
By Miracle Liberty 10 months ago in Fiction
Jesters and Crows
(This is a video is a production I Created, with a lot of my life in it, and the second interval within is designed to aid any and all who can benefit from the symposium of energies with the voices I used to speak them, the last Interval is almost like credits lol šššššŖ
By CAC Writers Division 210 months ago in Poets