Inherited Pain
Tis not possible to communicate.
Solipsism dictates,
However, change is continual.
Segmentation of the cosmos,
done by way of differentiation,
and integration.
Location upon location,
enumeration, orders and combinations,
making reality as it is.
Where is life? Is life real?
There is truth,
where there is life.
So I need, to be free from strife.
Do I feel? Have I fallen?
I suppose not.
Will I rot?
There are many stipulations.
Where there is Law. There is order.
Where is Law present? That is where,
I must be. Where is certainty? That is what,
I must see.
Walking by faith, and not by sight.
Being fruitful and taking up,
my cross daily.
Do I need to work? Do I need to speak?
What is reproduction, in light of The?
God cannot learn. For God is all knowing.
We need to realize that nothing,
will ever change. In fact, we are not moving,
rather, we are existing. Under the Godhead.
There are many faculties to disbelief.
What is a fool? Do I need tools?
What does it mean,
to exist? Entirely, we cannot. Mutually we are.
The righteousness of a man, is governed,
by the purity of his being.
The righteousness of a woman,
is governed by the purity of her being.
We see that there are many faculties.
What was it that,
I wanted to see? Certainty. Of thought.
What thought am I certain of?
Simply, I am certain of this.
My thoughts, are your thoughts.
My being is yours. Everything that I am,
is of you.
The wages of missing the mark, is death.
The wages of sin is death.
We need to contemplate on what we seek.
Language and the tongue we use to speak.
To whom do I speak? With God do I, speak.
I must continue, in order to assume control.
Control of my will which is God's.
I must work, I must feed, and I must seek,
the presence of God in my life.
The first memory of existence,
is the last memory of existence.
Hence,
we are capable of more.
I am capable of more.
Time is a word, used to describe consciousness.
Anything that does exist, does have, volume.
Anything that does not exist,
does not have a reference which does exist.
We cannot guarantee? Yes, I can. All things, are
possible through the light that strengthens me.
I do agree, that longsuffering is required.
A fruit of the holy spirit.
No thing is negligible,
however no thing is wanted. Rather,
Something does Exist.
The mind does not play tricks.
The mind, does not play. Rather, the mind suffers,
without end. The mind is God.
God desires that no one,
should perish. The key word. One.
The unison of all.
Pain is present. We wean from the pleasant.
Tending toward the state of servitude.
To who, to The.
What must I seek.
Salvation and automated correct action.
About this poem
10 years in the making (Since 2014). This poem summarizes 10 years of sin (Turning away from God). But God will never leave me, nor forsake me. The full armour of God. Salvation and the automation of correct action. These are they which will set my path straight from today onward. Anything you do, do with all your might. That includes turning away from sin.
Written on February 22, 2024
Submitted by FirstMemoryOfTheCosmos on February 21, 2024
Modified by FirstMemoryOfTheCosmos on February 21, 2024
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