Epic Ballet Extravaganza
All one heart needs or sows is eyes & ears.To feel. But not. Yet all one heart gets or reaps is ice & tears. To heal. But not. The mystery of life & death unveiled. But not.Tip-toeing is heart-toiling
tip·toe:
walk quietly and carefully with one's heels raised and one's weight on the eyeballs of the feet rolling in your grave
“She tiptoed out of his ultra private room, a dead woman walking”
skillfully avoid discussing or dealing with a heart or sensitive soul subject
“He admits he has never been one to tiptoe around controversial issues, such as
death in life and afterlife”
Abel Korzeniowski - Dance For Me Wallis
Call to the Heroes - epic hybrid orchestral music
Sergey Ivanov - Wings of Flame
La Catalina - egyptian tribal fusion bellydance | Anubis (Анубис) @TRIBAL BEAT FEST 2018
Epic Slavic Music - Slavic Queen
John Valhalla - From Pain We Rise
Irina Akulenko - "Justice" from "Tarot - Fantasy Belly Dance" DVD - WorldDanceNewYork.com
In Ecclesiastes, “toil” refers to all work, all human endeavors in a post-fall world. I call it “heart labor,” but “toil” better captures weariness that permeates our daily life love activity. We keep wrestling with the Grim Reaper, in order to have a life together in these bruised skins.
We’d better understand ans accept the real meaning of bruised skin.
It’s an injury, as from a deathblow, in which the skin is not broken but is discolored from the breaking of small blood vessels that lie underneath the skin. It’s just a contusion, however heart.
To be 110% honest with you and before God, I’m still hungry & thirsty. Now what?
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First, Thirst, And All That Comes With It
Love needs produce motivational drives, such as thirst and hunger, that regulate behaviors essential to survival.Thanks for reading Epiphany Beyond A Biblical Scale! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.
Amazing Grace
As every road leads to Rome, every road must lead to happiness, he used to convince himself. This slogan had always helped him in a way. But he felt his strange smile slide away. It was like when you wore happiness like a mask and a sad child had stolen it and run off across the lawn and there was no way of going to knock on his door and ask for it back…
A New Heaven And A New Earth
Thanks for reading Epiphany Beyond A Biblical Scale! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Oh my love, my bliss, it doesn't matter what you say I just can't live in every yesterday No longer can we make-believe We never needed any more than this
