My Eyes

My eyes are on the cold stormy night at Corpus Christi and a man named David Fire receives a signal from God that humanity is in danger of extinction when such a huge natural disaster occurs . . These signs will lean on him as he feels as if he is in front of him. They feel that life is similar. He can not judge whether they are true or not. This man David Fire is a lonely person. Sometimes, he lives on the street with family and friends on the street.

This morning, when I began noticing my eyes, I sat in the meeting. My eyes closed and I sat on the bench and relaxed. I noticed that my energy and focus seemed to concentrate on my eyes, even if they disappeared. My idea is "Not just my eyes." My attention fell to my nose, so my idea was "I am not my nose". Please realize that breathing is coming and going. Our eyes are strong, but sometimes we give them too much power. Yesterday I wrote that the mind is good for love but not anger. Now, I believe that we can overuse some of ourselves when the other part is a better tool. If we pay too much attention to what we are seeing, we will be led by what we are attracted to, but it concentrates on our ears and listens to what this person is saying It is often best to tilt.

think. I did this by lying on the bed and closing my eyes. Then I concentrated on my breathing. Slowly going in and letting the whole body relax. After that, I do not remember much. But when I opened my eyes after three hours I really felt refreshing so I knew that I had a good Zen meeting. Namaste, baby

The effect of tear gas on eyes and lungs does not appear immediately. It took me about 3 seconds to start burning as if my eyes melted. My eyes were blocked with tears, tears made my face infiltrated - my tears responded and tried to wash away the eyes and the vapor above the skin. I stopped and turned over. In the vicinity of the center of Harburg there are dance sculptures of real men, women and children. In the yellow haze, these characters look like Pompei's victims, frozen people, irises. An old lady is being helped by two men on the street. She got lost and got confused

But it is too late. Tears hurt my eyes and then hit my cheek. I stared at my knees and my eyes were fixed to the width of my thighs. The blank paper was like a canvas with eyes wide open. Your neck is lifted so that you can see me. You look at me like a television.