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Imperfect
![]() A Whisper from my soul
All things that humans do are all charged to their faults.
God made our mind to control anything and made our heart to balance everything.
But what really lies from that existence depends on one's self.
What you do in your life depends on your strength and courage.
One beginning, different plot, one end; that's the real story of life.
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Repost: A Prayer
Saturday, June 16, 2007
6:29:00 PM
I was reading Paulo Coelho's Like the Flowing River when a certain story caught my attention: Alone in the Road. There's a prayer in the story that I'd like to share:
O God, when I listen to the voices of the animals, to the sound of the trees, the murmur of the water, the singing of the birds, to the rushing of the wind or the rumble of thunder, I see in them evidence of Your unity; I feel that You are supreme power, supreme knowledge, supreme wisdom, supreme justice. It was taken from Dhu 'I-Nun (d. ad 861), an Egyptian Sufi master. Labels: Book, Excerpts, Like the Flowing River, Paulo Coelho |