These are from "private reserve"(Scribe Thought),I dare you to read all of them... and if anything strikes a chord, let's talk about it.
When you stick your finger through the hard crust on the pile of crap and stir don’t expect sweet smells of jasmine to fill up the air.
The closer you are the more it shows. The further you are the more it shows.
Secrets are like the sweet grapes hanging on the vine and as easy to harvest. However, don’t try to harvest the sweet grapes from the weeds that grow on the side of the road.
Searching for the vineyard sometimes you'll find yourself in the apple orchard. How sweet the apple blossoms smell!
By standing still you won’t ever manage to step through the Gate, it’s only human. That’s why it is the Gate that’s searching for you. Once having been found by it, still standing still, you’ll be surrounded and passed through. From that point on it becomes your duty to take the first step.
Wherever did you rain from?
When you milk a dead cow don’t expect the sweet taste of fresh milk.
Truth cannot be told... words are not capacitous enough.
I close my eyes, all disappears, while Melody becomes my Universe.
Two rimes do not a poem make... nor distant shores a sea.
The elusive Truth has always been at hand, the Secret dropped its Mask, while the proving grounds are all around, why then…?
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