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If this is all that I am,
Let me be no more or no less.
For this is your creation.
Perfect in your image.
Given in your grace.
Let me live and let me die.
But please, do not let me forget.
Do not let me forget how to love
With my soul.
With that which is me.
My essence, my being.
Forgive me,
The I, the me,
Is nothing.
Do not let me forget,
That we are one and it
Is Love that is me.
My soul is you,
Your breath.
You, the one that is all
Compassion.
Fear not what you are.
For you’re mere reflections of existence.
A reflection of one type.
The abyss is just that, an abyss.
And there is an infinite number
Of reflections.
Thank you for my image,
For my breath.
The illusion of life is complex
And you are the needle lost within.
Calm the madness.
Emerge before my eyes, crystal clear.
Life lost in living …
There is not one exit.
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HOMAGE
The forethoughts that are in the front of my mind are mere cabooses in the infinite consciousness that supplied the substance and structure of the essence, out of which the forethoughts evolved.
Its reality, an indifference mold, of the shell, from which caring was birthed.
To that I give homage and to that, my incomplete glimmer of existence yearns to return.
For this life, for the very substance that allows the breeze to blow, breath to fill my lungs, breathing a subconscious function within a biologically, chemically, atomically, metaphysical body.
An unconditional giving to all; and for all existence.
Humanly fathomed in an emotion called LOVE.
To that I give homage, and to that my incomplete glimmer of existence yearns to return.
Its reality, an indifference mold, of the shell, from which caring was birthed.
To that I give homage and to that, my incomplete glimmer of existence yearns to return.
For this life, for the very substance that allows the breeze to blow, breath to fill my lungs, breathing a subconscious function within a biologically, chemically, atomically, metaphysical body.
An unconditional giving to all; and for all existence.
Humanly fathomed in an emotion called LOVE.
To that I give homage, and to that my incomplete glimmer of existence yearns to return.
FOR ME, FROM YOU
My turmoil never ceases. My mind never rests, thus my spirit is never at peace.
A state in which mankind inherited at its conception.
I feel it that much clearer now, ever since I stood helpless, while being so helpful in bringing my daughter into this world.
Longing to give all that I am for her, without a compass to guide my way.
Knowing that she had already been given the exalted gift.
That even I have yet to discover within myself, let alone teach to comprehend and give thanks.
That direction to the path back home, to that of whom gave up His blood, so that we may know how to put our spirits at peace.
The calculations upon these revelations are endless.
Now I understand the dichotomy of an ever-expanding single point in time, so small one cannot detect.
Accompanied by deeper understandings of love, compassion, selflessness, and humility.
Overflowing onto this that I write.
That in which I reflect upon resembles an ancient map of the ever existing present that has yet to exist.
How limiting we are when our souls are not at peace.
Thank you, O Lord for being so kind to me. For giving me such a beautiful, tiny creation.
One that I look at and shrink, to see her grow, through all her stages, hair styles, sighs, tears, laughs and grins.
An exaltation of grace; for me, from you.
A state in which mankind inherited at its conception.
I feel it that much clearer now, ever since I stood helpless, while being so helpful in bringing my daughter into this world.
Longing to give all that I am for her, without a compass to guide my way.
Knowing that she had already been given the exalted gift.
That even I have yet to discover within myself, let alone teach to comprehend and give thanks.
That direction to the path back home, to that of whom gave up His blood, so that we may know how to put our spirits at peace.
The calculations upon these revelations are endless.
Now I understand the dichotomy of an ever-expanding single point in time, so small one cannot detect.
Accompanied by deeper understandings of love, compassion, selflessness, and humility.
Overflowing onto this that I write.
That in which I reflect upon resembles an ancient map of the ever existing present that has yet to exist.
How limiting we are when our souls are not at peace.
Thank you, O Lord for being so kind to me. For giving me such a beautiful, tiny creation.
One that I look at and shrink, to see her grow, through all her stages, hair styles, sighs, tears, laughs and grins.
An exaltation of grace; for me, from you.
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