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Home Broken Pick The Truth in Daydreams
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Broken Pick
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Written by Fethullah Gulen
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Tuesday, 17 January 2006 |
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I sat down with my imagination in those old gardens. Places where we lived joyfully at one time. I opened out to the sweetest dreams veil by veil. I became exuberant with happiness on the celebrated hills... I sat down with my imagination in those old gardens...
Suddenly the gloomy clouds disappeared from the horizon. Spring descended from the sky with the pleasure of a thousand memories. It was colorful and deep like the slopes of Paradise; The mountains lit up by the dawn each stretched. Suddenly the gloomy clouds disappeared from the horizon...
A little further ahead a road was gleaming like silver. There was light on the road from the sweet dream of the past... It was presenting dreams and messages from its essence; This overflowing was just at the time of extension in the breast. A little further ahead a road was gleaming like silver.
I released myself to a realm that had no frontier. Everything material disappeared from my imagination... Now there were summer dreams in my feverish eyes. It was a fantasy I had made since my childhood... I released myself to a realm that had no frontier...
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