Reflection of me

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A feeler’s ecstasy,

A thinker’s dream,

You are no fantasy,

My reality you seem.

I moved ahead to touch you

But I could only pass through.

Are you the air I breathe?

Or the water filled with life?

Life? Yes, you are life.

Pleasant. Energy!

Am I running after you?

Or running after a new life?

After much ado, I found you!

Where? Should I tell you?

Within me.

Oh, a reflection of me!

Extraordinary

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In the hands of the ordinary

Lies the magic of creation.

Their empty minds fill spaces

With miraculous products.

All human art, art of living minds.

The power of love and change,

Readiness to accept the changes,

Leading paths, breaking barriers,

Laying foundations and filling the gaps.

Ordinary? But not at all.

Giving shape to the formless

Is only a magical call.

From ordinary to extraordinary

Only these hands can create.

Having faith in their desires,

Persistence in their actions,

They move their magic wands

With the extraordinary powers.

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On ‘System’

Author: James Allen

“Life is too short for confusion; and knowledge grows and progress proceeds along avenues of system which prevent retardation and retrogression, so that he who systematizes his knowledge or business, simplifies and enhances it for his successor, enabling him to begin, with a free mind, where he left off.”