One day I will play the accordion up in heaven, among the clouds

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  One day I will play the accordion up in heaven, among the clouds. There, where the air has no weight, where sound does not hurt. I will sit within the soft whiteness, and my fingers — those trembling witnesses of earthly imperfection — will move smoothly, confidently, without fear. There my hand will not make mistakes from the neurological disorder I have , because in eternity there is no misfired impulse, no confused message between brain and muscle, no clash between will and body. There everything becomes pure intention, an endless flow of sound and light, a complete merging between what I want and what I can . I see myself holding the accordion — that strange instrument suspended somewhere between breath and prayer. Each opening of its folds is like inhaling the sky , each closing — exhaling the light . Perhaps this is the prayer I’ve always searched for. Not the one spoken aloud, but the one the body whispers when the mind gives up control. There, above, perfection is...

Self-love as love for God

In the first place is Love for God, this is what is meant by self-love. In the second place and on equal principles - love for God in the other and God in oneself, and in the third place - love, understanding and compassion for one's personality and the personality of the other, in the form of respect and understanding and tolerating the speed with which the Truth is seen - the speed with which the illusory layers of the personality are stripped away, the speed with which the ego is polished and vices and old karmic programs are cleared, the speed with which virtues are acquired.

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