The limitless loving devotion to God, and the gift God makes of Himself to you, are the highest elevation of which the heart is capable; it is the highest degree of prayer. The souls that have reached this point are truly the heart of the Church.
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Life is unconquerably; resplendent poetry of the most
highest degree; incredibly pacifying every
infinitesimal urge of the miserably unfinished soul,
Life is perpetually; majestic poetry of the most
highest degree; royally gifting countless impoverished
souls; with insatiably unending fantasy,
Life is ubiquitously; vibrant poetry of the most
highest degree; triumphantly metamorphosing each
ethereal trace of misery; into a fireball of
ingratiatingly untamed happiness,
Life is marvelously; bountiful poetry of the most
highest degree; beautifully placating every
hedonistically traumatized agony; with the exuberance
of untainted breath,
Life is indomitably; enchanting poetry of the most
highest degree; harmoniously coalescing every organism
irrespective of caste; creed; color or tribe; into the
religion of Omnipresent oneness,
Life is unceasingly; triumphant poetry of the most
highest degree; wholesomely massacring every speck of
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unshakable righteousness,
Life is tirelessly; fantastic poetry of the most
highest degree; iridescently glimmering like the
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Life is blessedly; exotic poetry of the most highest
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planet; enigmatically alike,
Life is irrefutably; sensuous poetry of the most
highest degree; miraculously rekindling every shade of
claustrophobically dwindling expression; with a wave
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Life is astoundingly; impeccable poetry of the most
highest degree; forever erasing the wounds of
dastardly salaciousness; with its eternal mantra of
everlasting mankind,
Life is unrestrictedly; divinely poetry of the most
highest degree; spell bindingly mollifying every
cranny of the planet in hapless distress; with sunrays
of unparalleled optimism,
Life is fearlessly; aristocratic poetry of the most
highest degree; irrevocably inebriating each
strangulated nerve of the body with a voluptuousness;
impossible to break for infinite more births yet to
unravel,
Life is intransigently; seductive poetry of the most
highest degree; astonishingly proliferating till even
beyond the corridors of infinite infinity; into an
unassailable entrenchment of newness and untamed
euphoria,
Life is symbiotically; intrepid poetry of the most
highest degree; magnanimously charming every entity
expunging air; with its impregnable cisterns of
versatility,
Life is unsurpassably; gregarious poetry of the most
highest degree; evolving a citadel of unflinching
camaraderie on every layer of soil that it spawned;
with the blessings of the Lord Almighty,
Life is boundlessly; tantalizing poetry of the most
highest degree; vividly enshrouding every element of
the pathetically stuttering heart and soul; with a
curtain of radiantly titillating magnetism,
Life is inexorably; blossoming poetry of the most
highest degree; enlightening every dwelling besieged
with inexplicably prurient despair; with the lamp of
inextinguishably prosperous togetherness,
Life is unlimitedly; mystical poetry of the most
highest degree; unveiling a festoon of queenly
opportunities to be usurped by every living being;
handsomely alike,
And Life is endlessly; immortal poetry of the most
highest degree; unstoppably culminating into a sky of
fathomless freshness every unfurling second of the day
and milky night; even after horizons of pragmatic
existence had long ended…
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Life-An Immortal Poetry
Life is unconquerably; resplendent poetry of the most
highest degree; incredibly pacifying every
infinitesimal urge of the miserably unfinished soul,
Life is perpetually; majestic poetry of the most
highest degree; royally gifting countless impoverished
souls; with insatiably unending fantasy,
Life is ubiquitously; vibrant poetry of the most
highest degree; triumphantly metamorphosing each
ethereal trace of misery; into a fireball of
ingratiatingly untamed happiness,
Life is marvelously; bountiful poetry of the most
highest degree; beautifully placating every
hedonistically traumatized agony; with the exuberance
of untainted breath,
Life is indomitably; enchanting poetry of the most
highest degree; harmoniously coalescing every organism
irrespective of caste; creed; color or tribe; into the
religion of Omnipresent oneness,
Life is unceasingly; triumphant poetry of the most
highest degree; wholesomely massacring every speck of
the horrifically parasitic devil; with the scepter of
unshakable righteousness,
Life is tirelessly; fantastic poetry of the most
highest degree; iridescently glimmering like the
stream of ultimate unity; even in the heart of
insidiously macabre midnight,
Life is blessedly; exotic poetry of the most highest
degree; inevitably triggering an unprecedented
maelstrom of eclectic fantasy; in every brain on this
planet; enigmatically alike,
Life is irrefutably; sensuous poetry of the most
highest degree; miraculously rekindling every shade of
claustrophobically dwindling expression; with a wave
of undauntedly perennial heavenliness,
Life is astoundingly; impeccable poetry of the most
highest degree; forever erasing the wounds of
dastardly salaciousness; with its eternal mantra of
everlasting mankind,
Life is unrestrictedly; divinely poetry of the most
highest degree; spell bindingly mollifying every
cranny of the planet in hapless distress; with sunrays
of unparalleled optimism,
Life is fearlessly; aristocratic poetry of the most
highest degree; irrevocably inebriating each
strangulated nerve of the body with a voluptuousness;
impossible to break for infinite more births yet to
unravel,
Life is intransigently; seductive poetry of the most
highest degree; astonishingly proliferating till even
beyond the corridors of infinite infinity; into an
unassailable entrenchment of newness and untamed
euphoria,
Life is symbiotically; intrepid poetry of the most
highest degree; magnanimously charming every entity
expunging air; with its impregnable cisterns of
versatility,
Life is unsurpassably; gregarious poetry of the most
highest degree; evolving a citadel of unflinching
camaraderie on every layer of soil that it spawned;
with the blessings of the Lord Almighty,
Life is boundlessly; tantalizing poetry of the most
highest degree; vividly enshrouding every element of
the pathetically stuttering heart and soul; with a
curtain of radiantly titillating magnetism,
Life is inexorably; blossoming poetry of the most
highest degree; enlightening every dwelling besieged
with inexplicably prurient despair; with the lamp of
inextinguishably prosperous togetherness,
Life is unlimitedly; mystical poetry of the most
highest degree; unveiling a festoon of queenly
opportunities to be usurped by every living being;
handsomely alike,
And Life is endlessly; immortal poetry of the most
highest degree; unstoppably culminating into a sky of
fathomless freshness every unfurling second of the day
and milky night; even after horizons of pragmatic
existence had long ended…
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I say, life and figure are distinct attributes of one substance, and as one and the same body may be transmuted into all kinds of figures; and as the perfecter figure comprehends that which is more imperfect; so one and the same body may be transmuted from one degree of life to another more perfect, which always comprehends in it the inferior.… the case is the same in diverse degrees of life, which have indeed a beginning, but no end; so that the creature is always capable a farther and perfecter degree of life, ad infinitum, and yet can never attain to be equal with God; for he is still infinitely more perfect than a creature, in its highest elevation or perfection, even as a globe is the most perfect of all other figures, unto which none can approach.
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Being a singer is a natural gift. It means I'm using to the highest degree possible the gift that God gave me to use. I'm happy with that.
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End
I think i've reached that point
Where giving up and going on
Are both the same dead end to me
Are both the same old song
I think i've reached that point
Where every wish has come true
And tired disguised oblivion
Is everything i do
Please stop loving me
Please stop loving me
I am none of these things
I think i've reached that point
Where all the things you have to say
And hopes for something more from me
Are just games to pass the time away
Please stop loving me
Please stop loving me
I am none of these things
I think i've reached that point
Where every word that you write
Of every blood dark sea
And every soul black night
And every dream you dream me in
And every perfect free from sin
And burning eyes
And hearts on fire
Are just the same old song
Please stop loving me
Please stop loving me
I am none of these things
I am none of these things
I am none of these things
song performed by by Cure
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The Ripest Peach
The ripest peach is highest on the tree --
And so her love, beyond the reach of me,
Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow
Her heart down to me where I worship now!
She looms aloft where every eye may see
The ripest peach is highest on the tree.
Such fruitage as her love I know, alas!
I may not reach here from the orchard grass.
I drink the sunshine showered past her lips
As roses drain the dewdrop as it drips.
The ripest peach is highest on the tree,
And so mine eyes gaze upward eagerly.
Why -- why do I not turn away in wrath
And pluck some heart here hanging in my path? --
Love's lower boughs bend with them -- but, ah me!
The ripest peach is highest on the tree!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Where the stakes are the highest, in the war on terror, we cannot possibly succeed without extraordinary international cooperation. Effective international police actions require the highest degree of intelligence sharing, planning and collaborative enforcement.
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It's Never Too Late
Graham Russell/Michael Sherwood)
Take the river to the highest mountain
Take the ocean to the farthest sea
I'd take back everything I've said to hurt you
If you'd come back to me
I'd bring you fire from the frozen waters
Leave a flower 'neath a fallen tree
I'd take back everything I said to scare you
Away from me
Two hands can feel so much more
That's what I'm loving you for
I was too blind to see fear was inside of me
I'm not afraid anymore
CHORUS
It's never too late, it's never too late
To forgive and forget
Tell me that it isn't over, tell me that it isn't over
I'll never hold you again
If a broken wing can still be mended
Then a foolish heart can still be true
Take the river to the highest mountain
That's where I'll wait for you
Two hearts can feel so much more
That's what I'm loving you for
The man that you tried to free
Is still locked inside of me
And your heart must open the door
CHORUS
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song performed by by Air Supply
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A Missing Chapter
Your Deceiving eyes led me wrong
and now I am, were I should not belong
our eyes are passages to our souls they say
every once a while we let ourselves stray
Loving you is fire; appealing to my eyes
and healing to my desires.
It brings pleasure to my heart but to my fingers pain
and to my memory it is smoke, ashes and stains.
Loving you is magic; which slowly disappears.
It is bewilderness in beauty and sweetness in my tears.
It brings pleasure to my heart, which I haven’t felt in years.
but the unresolved equations, remain as souvenirs
loving you is rain; bringing cure to my thirst.
But to my strong structure, it brings shivers and a curse.
Loving is you like flying over the sky's highest cloud,
as peaceful as it seems its dangerous empty and load.
Loving you is a picture I hung now onto my wall
it tells my favorite story which by detail I recall.
Loving you is a secret I tightly withhold.
And in spite of my resistance it still longs to be told.
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Devilish
Oh! I realized!
Thee that chew like goat,
struggle like stool
emptying the plantation of most Highest,
Gazing each sacred night
Gadding the night
stabbing souls
thy prayers must die.
Thee that sleep the light,
rise the dim
holding conference
Gazing the dim for food,
chewing and chew
thy homo thy accommodation
thy prayers must die.
Thee that injected us with charm breeze
killing our days and future
seeing unseen
doing the job of Angels
with no entrust
thy prayers must die.
Thee that bad us
no fear to Highest
all they done His present
With thy empowered spirit
may the Highest snack thy soul
wash thy pumping fire
which minded thy collapse
thy balcony heart of volcanic
These will mark us annoy at hereafter
when death open the gate to second.
'Amin'
poem by alfusainey Sonko
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A Gift From Me To You
I am sending you all
a gift for Christmas.
The gift isn’t big at all,
but when it blossoms,
it is the biggest gift of all.
It comes with love and hugs
that are just for you to keep
for a rainy day
to chase the blues away.
You won’t see the gift
as it is invisible to see,
but you will know its there
and everyone will see.
You see the gift
I am giving you for Christmas
is something from the heart.
It is too big
to fit in any box.
The gift is the gift of friendship,
the most precious treasure
I can give,
it comes from a loving heart
for as long as I may live.
So please accept my gift
as it comes from me to you.
poem by David Harris
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How I Feel
I love you more than words can say
Our souls have found each other
In distant lands
We love unconditionally
Our love has reached the point of no return
With you I am complete
My love for you unbearable
Nothing can come between
In this world
I am nothing without your love
We belong together
My heart
In your hands
My life is yours
In your loving arms I belong
Soon you will come for me
In early morning, prayer
I saw you standing there
Light surrounding you
Occupied in thoughts of me
Our love pure and unique
May we be granted?
A life together
In each other's arms
To love, forever
poem by Persian Khushi
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Nature shows that with the growth of intelligence comes increased capacity for pain, and it is only with the highest degree of intelligence that suffering reaches its supreme point.
quote by Arthur Schopenhauer
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I Second That Emotion
Maybe you wanna give me kisses sweet
But for only one night with no repeat
Maybe you'll go away and never call
And a taste of honey is worse than none at all
In that case I don't want no part
That would only break my heart
But if you feel like loving me
If you've got the notion
I second that emotion
Say if you feel like giving me
A lifetime of devotion
I second that emotion
Maybe you think that love will tie you down
And you don't have the time to hang around
Maybe you think that love was made for fools
And so it makes you wise to break the rules
In that case I don't want no part
'cause that would only break my heart
But if you feel like loving me
If you've got the notion
I second that emotion
Say if you feel like giving me
A lifetime of devotion
I second that emotion
In that case I don't want no part
That would only break my heart
But if you feel like loving me
If you've got the notion
I second that emotion
But if you feel like giving me
A lifetime of devotion
I second that emotion
But if you feel like giving me
A lifetime of devotion
I second that emotion
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Snow
Snows! Snows!
Far from me.
Snows! Snows!
Around me.
Now...she, 'A Snow'
Deep in my soul.
Like a thorn in the shoe
That snow makes me fool
By giving dreams poisonous
Beset with long kisses.
Highest degree
More than to be crazy
Be looked into and asked about
With a hopeful doubt.
Sure, it is!
New corner within heart,
Love! ! !
How should I do?
Not ready for heartbeat yet.
Eagerly gaze her face.
Immediately my pride damage.
Coax my heart, and
Keep it in the dark.
Who knows? Who sees?
She's in breathing breeze.
Dare to feel sorrowful.
Would be truthful.
Let me fly to my goal
With missing smiles for evermore.
Snow! Snow! ! !
poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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A Prayer
Faithful before thee, Mother of God, now kneeling,
Image miraculous and merciful--of thee
Not for my soul's health nor battles waged, beseeching,
Nor yet with thanks or penitence o'erwhelming me!
Not for myself,--my heart with guilt o'erflowing--
Who in my home land e'er a stranger has remained,
No, a sinless child upon thy mercy throwing,
That thou protect her innocence unstained!
Worthy the highest bliss, with happiness O bless her!
Grant her a friend to stand unchanging at her side,
A youth of sunshine and an old age tranquil,
A spirit where together peace and hope abide.
Then, when strikes the hour her way from earth for wending,
Let her heart break at dawning or at dead of night--
From out thy highest heaven, thy fairest angel sending
The fairest of all souls sustain in heavenward flight!
poem by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
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Midnight Sky
Midnight Sky
Thousands upon thousands of stars.
A majestic beauty that takes my breathe away.
The full moon's serene glow.
The Midnight Sky.
Constellations are scattered across the sky.
The North Star brightly gleaming.
How can this world of radiance be real?
The Midnight Sky.
I marvel at their awe inspiring beauty.
The moon has reached highest point in the sky.
It is a beauty that still renders me speechless
The Midnight Sky.
I am starting at the Midnight Sky.
poem by Bleeding Heart
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Keep The Faith
keep the faith, that's all you've got to do
keep the faith, it all depends on you.
your faith in GOD above will be bestowed with his love.
he will lead you down that dark and lonely road,
and into the light, and bless you with all that's right.
he sees and listens to every word and deed
and helps you with all your needs.
he is there when your heart and spirit is broken.
and in the bible these words were spoken.
help yourself, and i will help you
and these words are so very true.
we can not expect prayer alone to do it all.
we must all rise to the occassion,
before we reach the point of devastation.
keep the faith is all he asks
it is not much of a task.
he guides us and strengthens us
in our hours of need,
and may even cut us
but we will never bleed.
the LORD had more cuts on him
then we care to count
but he did not falter, nor did he shout.
he took the pain, because of the faith
in his heart,
and passed it on from the very start.
this is the faith that we must seek
and strengthen it to its highest peak.
KEEP THE FAITH
poem by Louis Rams
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There is a hugely underserved population out there... those who are the least capable of paying pay the highest.
quote by James Cameron
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If the highest things are unknowable, then the highest capacity or virtue of man cannot be theoretical wisdom.
quote by Leo Strauss
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