Title: Song of Life - The Dreamer
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In an era of desire toward a busy, high-industrial society with no yard space, how happy and beautiful it would be to sit in a cozy dreamy hut and chew on the images of memories. The person who can dream a lot and dream deeply, who believes that life is a dream and that only dreams are true beyond what has actually been experienced, will be the ones who live the most abundant life. Isn't a dream an Ongdal spring that springs up an infinitely fresh life?
In the dreaming Christian, with the scent of fresh flowers, vivid flowers, and the scent of flowers rejuvenated all night, the angels of this earth who are always vivid flowers, are resurrected with light as the pure virgins of water and sun, and smile one step ahead, thinking about the unexpected. must be
The day will come when I will become overly conscious of my own beauty when my heart is full of His fragrance.
On the other hand, dreamers tend to live in two dimensions. Just like the trees on the bank, the shadows on the trunks of the trees will deepen the depth of the pond. When daydreaming by the water, people cannot dream without inventing a dialectic of anti-映 and depth. Sometimes it seems that something unknown comes up from the bottom and raises the shadow.
"Did you hear that there is a pounding of flowers in the water?"
In the morning water, everything is new. To respond readily to the kaleidoscope of vivid light, this chameleon-like river must have so much vitality. All flowers are renewed only by the life of the flowing water. That's right. “Water in motion has the heartbeat of flowers in it,” I say again. Just one more flower blooms, and the whole stream is buzzing.
Dreamer, you, the more God's person stands upright like a reed, the more beautiful the ripples of the world become. The dreamer will enjoy the splendor of a bright morning, full of laughter and full of flowers. You, man of God! Unlimited sympathy for beauty, knowing how to grow the beauty of everything that crosses one's eyes through a beauty-oriented life, and having a bright trust in one's own beauty, consideration to bring a back and a mirror so that it can bloom faster and more calmly And love will not be forgotten. At that time, when he recognized the beauty of life before me, the water washed away all the dirt on my hands, and he gave me moderately rough breathing to stimulate or slow down the flow, but in the end I learned about the various powers of beauty that lead the world. He was a minister and a guide, and he made it known that he stood that way.
From now on, you should listen more clearly. Because to see more clearly than before. Dreams resounded so strongly in solitude that I silenced the voice of prophecy, discovered, looked at, and revealed the primordial beings of life, in that unwavering great era when creatures were born and grown like sturdy tree trunks, and humans were superhuman beings. We certainly have the right to dream of a paradise so that we too can live and experience it.
Life doesn't wait. Also, life does not come back.
There can never be unglazed fire in life, it's always just a spark.
You and I are the first sparks in Christ.
Dream anything.
Countless awakenings resound in the sky as the birds take off. Like a firebird with wings all over your body, like a green donkey that reminds you of the propagation of a dream, so up to the eye level of Christ, like a dove, Jacob said in a dream that there was a stairway from earth to heaven, and that stairway Didn't you say you were watching the angels of God ascend and descend? (Genesis 28:12) But Jacob, who fights with angels (Genesis 32:24-28), didn't say that he could not let go unless he blessed him.
dreamer. In this age, there are no dreamers, and we miss the man of God who has two lively eyes. Dreaming a lot - It is necessary to dream, consciously aware that life is a dream, and that only dreams that go beyond actual experiences are true and alive, present right here in front of our eyes in the form of true truth.
Alas! What significance is history to me, since the past is present, and the past that is not mine has taken root in my soul and is dreaming endlessly?