Tuesday, August 9, 2022

Dialogue & Cycle

 

Through tears and weeping to cleanse the heart … for

gain, for kingdom … for relief. Different

stages of entrance … some for selfish treason …

others for genuine contrition. To

have died prematurely – to have grown into

sacrifices – with death becoming life

and so forth. Soft and lavender eyes … running

at life … showing tremendous mercy. Received

into senses, as sensuous souls, gathering

figs, building monuments; as creatures of

surrendering, souls of war, looking into

Awesomeness. Tears and weeping … pleading for

relief, gaining in parts, with ebb and flow

made outstanding.     With life, most assert an

understanding, as souls of fortune, it

seems right; Desire feels like legacy … a

heart loving life—is a heart suffering

life; one living without love—is aberrant  

as if deceased: tears well up, they show

purging, they weep on the remains.     

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