In your room of meditation be empty and still seek the form of water and flow undisruptabley as a fall,
In your moment of fellowship be conformed as the wind free from voices, noises & distortion becoming one with the word.
In your atmosphere of learning become a re-furnace fire grappling only essence & value for the only true knowledge is virtue.
The nature of the fallen man is one who is ruled by his emotions controlled by his Mind slave to his passion dead to his soul & numb to spiritual enlightenment.
Do not therefore seek a master but be master of Self, & flaws will be your willful-slave like Abraham you'll be your creators friend.
I thought if I could swallow the stars I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky I tried one night with fireflies They burned my throat Their legs striking at soft flesh But my skin did not glow No moon crawled from my eye sockets I was left with corpses in my stomach I soon learned I would only ever be A cemetery
For a portion of my life I’ve lived Inside this little box Where everything I do is safe And this tragic life can rock But fate, it seems, had other plans And took it in her wake And now I sit, weak and exposed And feel like a mistake I can’t seem to remember now A time when life was good The future gets no brighter Only harder to endure I miss my box, where everything Was perfect and exact Where nothing was ever scary Where nothing ever attacked. So as I curl up in a ball And let the fear sink in Don’t pity me, nor rescue ….. for I fear I’m dead within.