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Humanity,
so seldom are we
what we seem to be.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 23, 2013
Humanity, so seldom are we what we seem to be.
A moment comes,
whether we grasp it,
or shy away,
it's gone.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 23, 2013
A moment comes, whether we grasp it, or shy away, it’s gone.
Why does it seem good deeds seldom go unpunished,
while the wicked ones sprout wings?{See the tweet below.}
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 23, 2013
Why does it seem good deeds seldom go unpunished, while the wicked ones sprout wings?
There is no mantra of truth,
there are many,
though seemingly similar
their sound varies, to every open ear.@leebokseong— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 24, 2013
There is no mantra of truth, there are many, though seemingly similar their sound varies, to every open ear.
To hear,
open our hearts as we do our ears,
to see,
open our minds as we do our eyes.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 24, 2013
To hear, open our hearts as we do our ears, to see, open our minds as we do our eyes.
We can't hope to understand it all,
but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 24, 2013
We can’t hope to understand it all, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.
In matters of the heart, listen to your mind,
in matters of the mind, listen to your heart,
balance, in all things.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 24, 2013
In matters of the heart, listen to your mind, in matters of the mind, listen to your heart, balance, in all things.
My youngest daughter Julia's review of my work, Beltamar's War.http://t.co/4oayVmzeY2
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 24, 2013
My youngest daughter Julia's review of my work, Beltamar's War. https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2013/10/my-daughter-julias-review-of-beltamars-war/ …
If your desire to be the same
is greater than your need to be true
then how can you ever hope to be the real you?— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 24, 2013
If your desire to be the same is greater than your need to be true then how can you ever hope to be the real you?
Her lack, is our loss.
Someone important is missing…
a muse of the moon,
a singer of soul,
where has she gone,
will she ever
return.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 24, 2013
Her lack, is our loss. Someone important is missing… a muse of the moon, a singer of soul, where has she gone, will she ever return.
Getting there intact
is more important than getting there fast.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 24, 2013