While listening to a conversation, Between the Soul and the Mind; And while viewing objectively; from behind the blind, Budding like a summer rose
a vineshian flower in the mind. what unfolded before me; Was pure serendipity, Greater then any kind.
It came forth from and with in; As I witnessed a moment of true Divinity, Approached From an outside perspective of sincerity, Directed at the Disillusion of sin.
And so had a moment of clarity, through the vowing in thine Eyes of wisdom, Piercing this a density; A fog; calling its self immeasurable lies.
It as a Blasphemy;
By its Definability, Of, How: betrayal applys. ........
To self, Stemming Graciously from what within resides .
So ask me did my soul. "Are your burdens not also thine to fruit, And in that, Be: It; they found wanting a grander resolute?"
With a greater understanding; foolish, i so felt, for dubiously: did such a cradled idea from me Welt
so Gave a new Begining, for me was I to Be: That It Confounded so firmly upon my sand and sea, Showing freedom I at last could feel. It a corner stone found for me; so alive and real.
Felt i ever so foolish; For Feeling: That: Foolishness: I so dubiously just had felt.
Much to my startle. Did a secondary thought, Bound forth in form, Intent Adorned the ashes.
So this proclivity was so born. Unintelligible cursed in Absolution, less, or be for the very thought so Ever so gently did I approach that crossroads called reprove; only wanting to stove the fire,
In We.
By We I meen "Mire"Coming full frontal. That Squatting so freely; Had: Estated upon the mind .
It as bastard a birth. Anchored a Conception; willfully called; selfish pride. Defined only as a coloidal. Yet be it in this a question no dought a, Century call it he For me, an Epoch, Followed by: "he who has eyes to see, let him see"
So. With a pause said we: how great and greater is the he who is with in me? Yet if in greater is he; in it that called thee.
Then greater still is I, as I, Is Me, and Me, is We, and We is He, Known to him: As He in Me:
So between thy and thee, divinely undivided, did his angel call us we: yet still to me outspoken say I," see Me Angel" And know, Thine Father is my Friend.
Wielding only that aforementioned reckless will to speak. Half demanding or half Comanding but still a question posed; Said I: "Free Will Be,..... I and Me, from this very sin". internally. Said I then;
"The Don Am I" "And So to think, Do, I ment it in",
No dought; Addressing the brilliance of my father; But with appose, found; Was I so wanting. And Wanting was I; But; in: "To Be".
Was I also to Be?, Then into; So also was I found. But felt I still.
little and lost, As A child climbing a top that mountain, that to father was nothing but a mound.
So found I Only, A lamented response; A momentary rebellion in its very stead; then What can only be described in ARE;
pluraly;
Dis-quartered and nonexistent; was thought as that thought was yet to be.
Self resolving was "said thought" if it knew in what "Aspired" Yet to come; could souly meen.

I Had completely divorced the mind.
leaving only,
Familiar a desire;
So felt,
As; reproach learned I. Of a sacrifice, Mindfully willing to rise as stupidity; That my EGO so struggled to convert, to divinity.
That so fully was I humbled, I had only but to smile; as my humility also gained humility.
I felt father fight so fully to hold back a smirk and a beam the a smile. perhaps even internal a chuckle that eternally lives as a memoir.
And that smile well i think he had been holding that back a while. then said he "no wonder call he I Friend and wonder do I just whose brain is truly on the mend?" then remind me did father in just what: Scrupulously had I achieved before the breaking of my brain, so tenaciously had commenced with vigour exorsized by father who gratefully did I call friend.
And forever more his words will ring with in me like a bell. those words he said I say to all who read this now. "Are your burdens not also thine to fruit, And in that, Be: It; they found wanting a grander resolute?".