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1 war what we call Dharmayuddha in Hindi is supposed to be Fought against in Hindi refers to those who are Doing inhuman activities or non Righteous things a thing which is harmful to mankind or ecosystem 👇👇













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don’t enjoy false knowledge speaking from own heart which is a lie, vain glory and the love of money but the presence of the from which they came from the light. True stewardship







Daily word: World Peace: Father, we pray for peace in the minds and hearts of all beings. Amen. Have a day







There are three kinds of Humans when it comes to reading Books: Those who read the lines Those who read between the lines Those who read behind the lines or spirituals



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26 Jan 1699: The Treaty of is signed, ended war between the Empire and the League (, , , and ). The war resulted in the transfer of and much of from Turkish control to Austrian.



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26 Jan 1699: The Treaty of is signed, ended war between the Empire and the League (, , , and ). The war resulted in the transfer of and much of from Turkish control to Austrian.












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Eat meat is not the order of God; God has given us the fruit and vegetables to eat. It is written in Holy Bible Genesis 1:29 that we have authority over creatures to take care of them,not to eat them. Must Listen to the satsang of Sant Rampal Ji Maharaj everyday from according to Indian Time 🇮🇳 sadhna Tv everyday at 7:30PM to 8:30PM IST

I WRITE MYSELF INTO WILDFIRES AND HURRICANES

I WRITE MYSELF WILD AND UNTAMED

I WRITE ABOUT SCARRED PALMS AND BARED TEETH AND WILD EYES

I WRITE ABOUT BLOOD WAY TOO MUCH AND I SWEAR TO MYSELF I’M GONNA STOP

I WRITE MYSELF INTO EVERYTHING THAT IS BEAUTIFUL AND DEVASTATING

I WRITE MYSELF INTO RUINS

I WRITE MYSELF INTO A GODDESS

AND WE ALL KNOW REAL GODS DEMAND SACRIFICE

BUT MINE IS NOT TO COME TO MY ALTAR BEARING FRUITS

OR TO PLAY ME A SYMPHONY THAT MAKES ME FORGET REALITY

NO



I DEMAND BRUISED KNUCKLES AND RAGGED BREATHS

I DEMAND BLOODSHOT EYES AND BLOOD-STAINED HANDS

SHOOT–

THERE I GO TALKING ABOUT BLOOD AGAIN


I DON’T KNOW IF IT’S TO FEEL POWERFUL OR SANCTIFIED

I DON’T KNOW IF IT MAKES ME FEEL CLOSER TO THE DIVINE

OR JUST AT THE CUSP OF DISCOVERING THE UNIVERSE I KEEP IN MY NOTEBOOK

I DON’T KNOW HOW TO STOP BITING MY TONGUE AND LETTING IT BLEED

BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE IF IT STILL TASTES LIKE COPPER

I DON’T KNOW

IF I DO IT BECAUSE MY BLOOD IS SOMETHING SACRIFICIAL

I DON’T KNOW HOW TO STOP MAKING MY POETRY SOMETHING SACRIFICIAL

I DON’T KNOW HOW TO STOP SACRIFICING MYSELF TO DO THIS


I DON’T KNOW WHEN THIS HAPPENED


WHEN MY MOUTH BECAME SO CONFESSIONAL

BECAME SO THROW CAUTION TO THE WIND

AND SCREAM INTO EMPTY ALLEYWAYS–

SO RELENTLESS AND UNAFRAID



WHO GAVE ME THE GALL TO ASK THE UNIVERSE TO BEND A KNEE FOR ME

TO ASK IT TO SPLIT ITSELF IN HALF AND LET ME STITCH IT BACK TOGETHER

I’M ASKING MYSELF WHO STUCK THE AUDACITY UNDER MY TONGUE AND LET ME SMILE WITH IT CLENCHED IN MY JAW

LET ME GET ALL DRESSED UP IN BARED TEETH AND SWAYING HIPS

AND SOMETHING FIERCE BURNING BEHIND MY EYES


I DON’T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED,

BUT GOD,

I’D BE LYING IF I SAID I DIDN’T LOVE IT


// IT TOOK A LIFETIME FOR ME TO REALIZE THAT FIRE NEVER NEEDED PERMISSION TO BURN AND I NEVER DID EITHER

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