'Ringing Cedars' is a social network for meeting and dating of the readers of Vladimir Megre's book series: the 'Ringing Cedars of Russia', who love these books and are inspired by the ideas of them.

Публикуются только собственные произведения! Здесь для примера приводим слова Бога из книги Владимира Мегре «Сотворение», глава: «Три молитвы».   Сын Мой! Мой сын дорогой! Как долго Я жду. Всё жду...

Ascend, to spell plants, and make out of the shocking ends, aspiring loose like ash till mulching at large and fragrant tends on tents, and to weekend deepen on waiting for a moment so the feelings c...

Aspiration - ask a nation - tell us to save them - fate elation. Turn around and find them dancing - from one side to the other, swaying and chancing. Down by the water collecting nothing - down by t...

Rolling around Godless, then I paused rich; took a long drink from the wine, call it lonely hawk tipped; Tracers in the air, take a drawn out fog sip; because only dancers in the air can be seen, mak...

Babayda Poseidon, like the climate, dont need to remind them, shining in silence, final composition is priceless, child priest of Atlantis remind us, never in violence, rodents bite fine dust, first ...

This little idea can change everything. In every little moment I feel you behind the screen. Offering me up a heart with noble twigs. Draw a home in the sand, ever win. And in every little wind, I wo...

Tree long the sky wise carries his home. Everywhere he goes! And all of his children, carry their own! So he taught them. Of love and dreams, how to be free! Now tree long the sky wise has many homes...

Wah-wha-wha  what! High up yellow love, weave me so gold and help my blue move along. At the top of my lungs, high trees still strong, and when water needs to move quick, the birds will sing along. W...

Help me to forget about it. If I am diving over the edge, hold me on, the speed of one creator turns into many more. Found myself at the watery door, plunging into the perfect dwelling land. Too many...

Dont keep me at the booth in these glorious days! You are always a face with innumerable grace. Either way I look people are giving praise, to the makers and dancers and poets giving stage. Stage me ...

Ba ba ba, better, I have something clever, and a little rain drop came down to touch your face. I never knew it could be so much grace, but to taste everything in the universe, and maybe we will see ...

Rhythmic pooling at nights first sight, is still, is growing. Rhythmic stop from condensation  dew drops off your irradiance  of mind, cooling. The family from and within, the star lights are glowing...

I am gone from liars. I now dream until empty space clings to me, a girls warm glow will ring from me, and the universe is now filled with what vast path recognition is: Oh sweet lovers, I love peopl...

Your stance at a glance; an end to indifference.  Is it the wind that your mind now fervently follows? Drawing streams of acrobatic touch out and through your curved womanly tundra, casting the breez...