#received - Hello Poetry

Metaphysical meaning of Lod Lod, lod (Hebrew)-- division; conception; emanation; pregnancy; travail; nativity; birth; contest; cleavage; fissure; strife. A city of Benjamin (I Chron. 8:12). Its Greek name was Lydda. In the New Testament it is called Lydda. Meta. The breaking up of an old group of thoughts, or thought habit in consciousness, that a renewal of the mind may be accomplished. In other words, the effort that the seemingly human mind expends in bringing forth new and higher ideas, or the strife and contention that attend the breaking up of error that Truth may be brought to birth and take precedence (division, conception, strife, travail, birth; a city of Benjamin) <>>< how would-could you know that my Hebraic background, gave me a specialist insight into your writings, in any language you employ each and every trait. in a potpourri scented and secretly elixered division, conception, strife, travail, birth, travail fissure, contest, nativity and birth a potion powerful that needs to take the moments of anyone's life and bring to it, to them, scope, recognitions, inside light, for all conception is precessed by de~visions of, strife, travail, birth, for us all, even those, who hail not from Lods {z} there is much mystical here, even magical emanations that occur in seconds, how does one concept~conscript them, to take, remake, mold them both new and old simultaneously, is a quality super so truly human so Agnes, write to us, write for us, in any language of your preference, for the it is the captured content of those exquisite seconds, that is all that matters, and be of good cheer, for your are well received

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Sep 22, 2025

Sep 22, 2025 at 2:56 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

For Agnes: To Be of Lods

Metaphysical meaning of Lod Lod, lod (Hebrew)-- division; conception; emanation; pregnancy; travail; nativity; birth; contest; cleavage; fissure; strife. A city of Benjamin (I Chron. 8:12). Its Greek name was Lydda. In the New Testament it is called Lydda. Meta. The breaking up of an old group of thoughts, or thought habit in consciousness, that a renewal of the mind may be accomplished. In other words, the effort that the seemingly human mind expends in bringing forth new and higher ideas, or the strife and contention that attend the breaking up of error that Truth may be brought to birth and take precedence (division, conception, strife, travail, birth; a city of Benjamin) <>>< how would-could you know that my Hebraic background, gave me a specialist insight into your writings, in any language you employ each and every trait. in a potpourri scented and secretly elixered division, conception, strife, travail, birth, travail fissure, contest, nativity and birth a potion powerful that needs to take the moments of anyone's life and bring to it, to them, scope, recognitions, inside light, for all conception is precessed by de~visions of, strife, travail, birth, for us all, even those, who hail not from Lods {z} there is much mystical here, even magical emanations that occur in seconds, how does one concept~conscript them, to take, remake, mold them both new and old simultaneously, is a quality super so truly human so Agnes, write to us, write for us, in any language of your preference, for the it is the captured content of those exquisite seconds, that is all that matters, and be of good cheer, for your are well received

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The greatest honor I have ever acheived The privilege of carrying your heart received

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Nov 21, 2020

Nov 21, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

The Greatest Privilege

The greatest honor I have ever acheived The privilege of carrying your heart received

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time belongs to no one. rather, it belongs to everyone. everyone but the one who wishes they could harness it. like a wild horse, it can only be tamed if it is given. given, given from those who we try in vain to give it to. my time is not my time, and yours is not yours. it switches, it tangles... and it is given, and taken away. You control my time. And I control yours.

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Oct 31, 2016

Oct 31, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC

xmxrgxncy

time

time belongs to no one. rather, it belongs to everyone. everyone but the one who wishes they could harness it. like a wild horse, it can only be tamed if it is given. given, given from those who we try in vain to give it to. my time is not my time, and yours is not yours. it switches, it tangles... and it is given, and taken away. You control my time. And I control yours.

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