And I think about all the shit we step onto as if on firm foundations. And I object it its well maintained privilege of stinking the path up. I object out of mere shallowness, out of mere pretentiousness for being aware of ones wrong doings is by far more crucifying than living in a narrow frame of superstitions or moral codes that twitch, and spread, and fuse, oh and so gracefully adjust to ones mood and preferences. Take on a mantra but take it on for a lifetime. Beware as who would want to make a mistake as huge??
A sin is a Master Ruler when one is aware of its implications. It no longer inhabits the ordinary boundaries of an improper act or thought. Just as water poured from a cup into a saucer it morphs into a novel shape leaving a living human for a living space. Momentarily the change is evident. The act of acknowledgement of one’s sinful act brings a list of mechanisms along. And by mechanisms I mean reactions from the Outside that strengthen one’s awareness of sin and is a fertiliser to its festering nature. And so the sin takes over the wretched body and becomes yet another shitty stepping stone. Yet a sin is merely a mistake in judgement when one is numbed (or shall I say blessed?) by ignorance but opens one’s eyes with the eagerness of a newborn child. Not even the Space can deny ones rightful request for liberation through repentance often as minor as “I fucked up”.
How shall I walk? How wide will my steps be, how far will my feet take me? How many times will I pause to nourish my body and how many times I shall stop to nourish my soul. Oh do tell me the formula for the perfect balance and I will sing songs or praise to you. I will fill the space with petals and leaves and will stand firm while tilting my head backwards to hold onto you..I will let it out in the squeak as poignant as the noise of twelve ostracised brothers circling the outskirts of lateral being we galvanize in those rare moments of vulnerability.
It shall all perish. I will stand there dressed in vanity, impregnated by painless vacuum where the echo of each of your voices will fuse into one yell that I will steal from this transient reality unknowingly to anyone. Trapped in the herd of bodies that are only bodies after all the voice would dissolve into nothingness which is the shapeless brother of everything.
A sin is a Master Ruler when one is aware of its implications. It no longer inhabits the ordinary boundaries of an improper act or thought. Just as water poured from a cup into a saucer it morphs into a novel shape leaving a living human for a living space. Momentarily the change is evident. The act of acknowledgement of one’s sinful act brings a list of mechanisms along. And by mechanisms I mean reactions from the Outside that strengthen one’s awareness of sin and is a fertiliser to its festering nature. And so the sin takes over the wretched body and becomes yet another shitty stepping stone. Yet a sin is merely a mistake in judgement when one is numbed (or shall I say blessed?) by ignorance but opens one’s eyes with the eagerness of a newborn child. Not even the Space can deny ones rightful request for liberation through repentance often as minor as “I fucked up”.
How shall I walk? How wide will my steps be, how far will my feet take me? How many times will I pause to nourish my body and how many times I shall stop to nourish my soul. Oh do tell me the formula for the perfect balance and I will sing songs or praise to you. I will fill the space with petals and leaves and will stand firm while tilting my head backwards to hold onto you..I will let it out in the squeak as poignant as the noise of twelve ostracised brothers circling the outskirts of lateral being we galvanize in those rare moments of vulnerability.
It shall all perish. I will stand there dressed in vanity, impregnated by painless vacuum where the echo of each of your voices will fuse into one yell that I will steal from this transient reality unknowingly to anyone. Trapped in the herd of bodies that are only bodies after all the voice would dissolve into nothingness which is the shapeless brother of everything.
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