existence, not at all trivial but most commonplace…
Only in the awakening of the soul should one’s existence have consequential meaning. The senses revived after a frightfully torpid state. The fragments of a heart begin fervently pounding after One which is unattainable at the set tempo.
Pulling themselves together, forming a whole. functioning. strong. unit.
Straining. Longing. Forever Grasping.. at the Actuality of something outside this set state of reality.
Something real. Yet so far in the way of understandable concept. Something sure. Yet undeniably sureal.
A dream like state is where I am found
-where I am enraptured.
Dreaming. hoping
-where hope was no longer found…it springs forth
no longer catatonic.
fear is behind me. I trust. I hope.
doubt far from me, for…
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