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Delicate Conversations: In You, I Am
I managed to understand my grief, where these waves are coming from, why time repeats to immerse me in the view. Its true, I believed I could do no wrong, such wisdom of a fool. A philosophy misunderstood only Solomon knew. My decision derived from securing sanity, when it's waters knew no ripples. engaging a reality nonexistent yet I believed it true. Forming traumas and neglecting the ones unable to be glorified, romanticised, the ones unrecognisable for rewards, yet deep to derail my soul. I know they needed love to. Anyway, this perception of perfection shattered beneath the weight of countless mistakes, willful choices and thoughtful decisions. Who then can I blame for my miscalculation, my intentions paving the way to my hell. None shall bear the burden I choose, none shall reap the fruits I sowed. None shall lament to the Lord for my sake, for this task I must partake alone for my soul.
"Be still my son, for I the Lord, your God understand the substance of your season. for there is a time for everything under the sun, this too shall have its time. Now from its teachings what have you learned? For I Am the creator, all the works of my hands imitate me, that which is not can come to be when you believe in totality, cause faith as small as a mustard seed birthed extraordinary things. Unfortunately, even problems that are not meant for thee. Wake up, Breathe.. This grief has become a legal holder of your soul, birthed from an agreement, "Since perfection is now a lie you're nothing more" Such lie you've nurtured it whole. Can't you see the source? When I create no fault exists, understand the lack of appreciation of a thing doesn't make it Flawed. The absence of praise doesn't make a thing worthless. Conditions, Society, false representations of me hinders what's designed to be, The function, the seed, the garden, you have been cut short by your surroundings, forsaking my pruning to bring out the vibrant spirit I see... To me you're more than the rarest jewel, this is why in you there's everything, but in them it's just soil. you are my signature upon the earth, This is why you were formed last, everything else was pulled from the earth, while only your flesh belongs to it, But you're different than everything else because in you, I Am.....
know what you are,
you'll find the keys to the kingdom,
Know me..
youll discern the reason of your existence"
Grief graced my canvas, a stain I created unaware of my power. I know the source of my affliction, this paint brush I wield. A revelation emphasizing I'm a masterpiece, I'd be arrogant to believe the creation formed itself, and creation has a better perspective of itself.. grief, regardless of its validity, it isn't the master of my soul, for it to is creation thus it must yield to what's in me.
© fruitfulodyssey
#reflection #awareness
"Be still my son, for I the Lord, your God understand the substance of your season. for there is a time for everything under the sun, this too shall have its time. Now from its teachings what have you learned? For I Am the creator, all the works of my hands imitate me, that which is not can come to be when you believe in totality, cause faith as small as a mustard seed birthed extraordinary things. Unfortunately, even problems that are not meant for thee. Wake up, Breathe.. This grief has become a legal holder of your soul, birthed from an agreement, "Since perfection is now a lie you're nothing more" Such lie you've nurtured it whole. Can't you see the source? When I create no fault exists, understand the lack of appreciation of a thing doesn't make it Flawed. The absence of praise doesn't make a thing worthless. Conditions, Society, false representations of me hinders what's designed to be, The function, the seed, the garden, you have been cut short by your surroundings, forsaking my pruning to bring out the vibrant spirit I see... To me you're more than the rarest jewel, this is why in you there's everything, but in them it's just soil. you are my signature upon the earth, This is why you were formed last, everything else was pulled from the earth, while only your flesh belongs to it, But you're different than everything else because in you, I Am.....
know what you are,
you'll find the keys to the kingdom,
Know me..
youll discern the reason of your existence"
Grief graced my canvas, a stain I created unaware of my power. I know the source of my affliction, this paint brush I wield. A revelation emphasizing I'm a masterpiece, I'd be arrogant to believe the creation formed itself, and creation has a better perspective of itself.. grief, regardless of its validity, it isn't the master of my soul, for it to is creation thus it must yield to what's in me.
© fruitfulodyssey
#reflection #awareness
