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Irreligionist Soul Softening

I read somewhere when we let our defenses down we become ordinary, the simplification of self allows us to transform into a transparent being; fully able to allow in divinity and shine light into the world. your kisses on my neck caused a chain reaction that ended with my head falling back; off the pillow, shedding my defenses, sinking into you your touch can do that strip me down to my elements and raise what's raw and primal into sanctity If awareness is impossible when when are heads are caught up with life's illusions of control, ensnared in self-imagine; your ability to erase my ego brought me to a higher awareness than I've ever known. The hallmark of spirituality is the softening of ones' soul then on a Sunday not so long ago an atheist and a non-religious came together, finding church within, and on, one another so why, and for what possible, highest good reason can the persecution of pleasure; the embraced reverence of each other, be the wisest course for humanity? In concert with one another barriers of self fell in the creation of an us; elevating and excavating urgent tenderness from my soul. A process that, in every sense of the word, was divine Still religious takes this holey exchange and demands our atonement. You want a confession. Here's what I'll confess. The union of him and I, the earthy tanginess of desire, brought my soul closer to 'God' than any bible verse so following the logic of keeping faith simple I'll to church, just not before your alter instead I'll allow my soul to soften in the arms of a lovely irreligionist, naked and unashamed ordinary, transparent, and in the greatest good of us; of my essence, of me It makes me smile because the universal flow, as I know them, would smile at the tragic irony of how our humanness made something so simple, instinctive, automatic as coming together into a shame shrouded sin causing a fall from grace, instead of into Grace.
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chris-hollermann
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Nov 17, 2021
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