Strano animale l'uomo

Strano animale l'uomo
Tutto pare
Tutto ammette
Tutto dice
Fuor che, in fondo,
Animale è.

Mangia scoreggia e caca
I più,
O poco più di quello
capaci sono
Di fare e pensare.

Eppure fingono
Si coprono di strati
Squame
E chiamano
Cultura, buone maniere.

Sono goffi strani
Belli talora -
Ma animali
Senza Dio -
Dio è morto
Infatti
Ai più ignoto
In pochi cuori
Vive come in catacombe
Accolto.

Non provo pena
Per chi non ragiona
Viva del suo destino
non merita sapere
che alla fine l'animale
muore e rimane - solo
carcassa a marcire.

Vitio proprio, non natura.

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Fasting to reconnect your "Self" to your body

If there is a discrepancy between yourself and the body, between what you are and what you don't feel you are in your body, then fast, because there is excess to remove in the body. Through the stratifications of fat, the material that alienates you is deposited in the body. Removing decades of fat you remove the "Self" from its impediments to be reconnected with the body. Start thinking about fasting and wait for the right moment. Your body has its own indicators; it will signal when it is the right time to start fasting. Fasting is not a mere physical fact. It is changing the spirit of a time that has become stranger to us and that lives in us in order to alienate us to ourselves. Impossible to fast, without implying a change of the inner spirit. Those who fasted in the Old Testament did so to invoke great changes in life. Jesus himself fasted for forty nights and forty days and after fasting he was ready and strong enough to resist the devil and was ripe for his minist...

The temple of youth

The yearning for death is but a swift race seeking to curtail our tormented pace. There lies a sacredness in thy yearning toward the highest good wildly striving. Toss the gaze heavenward and grasp the truth! In death, we lie upon and cast the temple of youth.

Guardando l'Amore di una madre con le sue figlie

Siete fatte della stessa pasta Di stesso sangue e spirito apposta Create - e vivete il mondo unite. Solo voi vostra lingua capite. Io curioso vi guardo lontano. Altro universo vivo io e so invano di non essere voi e mi stupisco, ma la materia vostra oh capisco! E' fatta di altra tessitura, la mia invece è sfilacciatura, e in altro spazio e tempo ascoso sto relegato triste, invidioso.

Fabrizio Ulivieri

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