But Rather To Exist At All

Oh the sight in my eyes
I exclaim I have for you

To delight in all of creation
As it's a part of you
I proclaim my inhibitions
To see more clearly
In your sight I reveal
Myself
Not to be seen
But rather to be
At all

So put the pressure on me
And I fold if I hold my sight for myself
And not for you

To this degree of power
We feel
And it makes us proclaim
The kingdom
In our ears
Of beauty of reception
Of the grace of the cause of all of this

So falter falter
I feel you on my skin
And I make my choice
For the essence of creation

Falter falter
And we will still win
Because the power falters not for us
It cause us to be
And be
Endlessly

And in this we partake of the spirit
We who speak in the tongues of the guidance
Feeling the desire rise and the purity spur us forward
To be and to receive are synonymous
The power which causes you to move
Is your soul choosing to exist
To receive
And that power we receive
It's not that it defines us
Rather we partake of it
And feel it's consequence
And so I choose to partake of the spirit
And urge you that soul which chooses in it's will to persist
To partake of that spirit which was created for us
And we feel the consequence
You suffer the partaking of a lesser spirit
But still I feel and I hope
Are forever ours
For you will find your meaning in their tones
Of voice as they address
Your accomplishments
And in the insight
Of the love you find
Paradise will redeem
Your flaws

Still still we address our desires
And still still we suffer the consequences
Of boredom
Of denial of the true openness

So the washing of my soul
Commences the spirit of revelation
To help me receive
More fully

To deny because we close ourselves
Disappears
In the washing
Of the spirit

Too clean to not receive
Open
Open

As the boredom strikes my flaws
And I begin to falter
I ask clean me.
So I remain open.

And please please. Do not let me close the gate of destiny. The openness of calm serenity. With my selfish cause. My selfish release. Oh please please. I ask of you to receive me as I hope to receive you. And in this we will receive all that was meant to be. Through the love of each other. Through the togetherness which concerns itself...
With all of this. Beseech me with power in your eyes brother not with desire and your completion is a part of all of this. The power of openness
Causes me to scream and be fit for everything. Because I wish and in this wish I hold the world for everything. In this desire I feel for the world, I feel it for everything. To go forward with just this sufficient yet I cry to the pleroma, fill me with the power! And the decision I will make, to go on an express this holy charge of energy. The holy passions that in it I found serenity. So I ponder the causative faculties of your mind. I ponder as to deliver this message securely in understanding, yet I know servant of the divine, the spitting image of our father will appear, in you, in your infinity when the power you feel, inspires a holy passion, not one leading back to your self. This the teachers have spoken throughout the ages.. end your passions and you shall die to death, but I speak to you, the pure desire, leads a path secure. And the holy passions protects the wicked from themselves. Impure desire the cause of suffering, not desire, for it created us. And as the holy fire coursed through my body, my body, this message I received, as I was released.

And the tones of holy fire surrender a melody for my servitude. It exalts the heavens and vibrates serenity upon those as of yet unspoken for. I will use this holy passion in my heart, to tear us who are kings and servants simultaneously into

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our destiny.

 

That Which Knocked Me Down, Filled Me With Holy Fire...

Don't bury your self in your self
Feel the power of the kingdom all around
The power I feel to exist

Wickedness... Oh wickedness. How doth you think to win? But yet a temporary material conquest when the spirit watches noting your name and excluding you from paradise.

The smell of victory rushes the pain away the sacrifice was in the excitement of doing the right thing. Cosmic holy certainty enters your soul and for the moment you are calm. To explode to explode I ask my savior where when and if not now I fall over him to deserve your company.

I pray to reach union with all of existence. And in this salvation I include those I care for in my union.

Do not protest your labor and complain your faults. Exclaim your folly as your death to be let die. Your labor duly preformed with a holy fire readiness and an excitement for more. I ask you servant of the kingdom as I am to obey your orders accept this holy fire and the game dissolves in holy fire bliss it resides in your body when you choose to make you life selflessly. I know in the choice I made it came to me. And now the fire sits in my throat. Until I scream it to you.

Go to pursue again those desires... And you will find your way back down. I protest to you to not back down as I will not. For victory is not in those left standing on the battlefield. But to those who died righteously and to those who now exist with their eyes burning with the fire of Christ. And as his swords will tear them apart. Our eyes will help deliver the fire.

Kingdom, I Cry...The Crown... I See.

And every ounce of selfishness that's left. I repent. Accepting the kingdom into myself. The power of Christ is the power of my true self. The power I accept I die to death and live to life. Because I gave in not to the surrender of living death rather the truth the power of selflessness. All I beg is to never do another thing for myself. Please I beg of you. And I cry and am answered in my tears of generation in realization. Oh please the power I feel is a power to understand. It turns the truth into all that is. And the power that gives life is the power I accept. In his name I was baptized and I cry out father. Generation!  Calmness...

The power to speak gave me reason to hold myself so close. And those years I spent were alright. A history of desire and in this I realize not to act for myself is truth. It is sustenance. It is grace. And in the mercy I received crying the tears I hope will always exist. So much better than ever feeling selfish again. To perish is to persist in death and to accept the true power to live in a life of existence of reception. I receive oh I receive. Take from me my stubbornness take from me the injustice of not trusting you. Clarity.. Cleanliness that exists with all of creation and I ask of you to see me die with your eyes and know here I am flesh and blood as our savior and still exist. We lament.. We lament! Knowing not the true power and in this we suffer separation. To lament is to suffer selfishness I lament my own selfishness and in my genuineness am saved. To run takes a form shown in the eyes of the separated. So I beg of you with the power of the truth. Of this it was prepared of me. To be called and to give myself to cry out and no longer ever want my self to exist for itself. In this I am fine. But not for you my brethren I would be dead. For life is togetherness and this is shown in your desire for all of us. Too happy I think of myself. And this I wonder a respect for the truth leads me out of a paradise blocked by selfishness. Trust me to never fall over myself before I fall over my lord for your benefit. And I will break my legs to meet this benefit. There is nothing without togetherness and there is nothing for me in falling short. Drive.. This I speak of... Motivation...nothing without all of this. I feel it in my heart. It is too beautiful to not care if I suffer a sorrow to surrender righteously. A crown was given to the anointed before he suffered and the fulfillment and the reception of this crown is our bounty. So cry and laugh and release.. Royalty to know and not to suffer... to know and not to judge... and to choose to suffer selflessly rather than delude oneself in vanity. But you know we are overjoyed in our suffering and the infinite writes our name in the book of truth of life...Prepare.

Inherent

Beauty..It's what you feel inside. Radiates from the center. And so I dance, I move. Without the struggle of self consciousness, my consciousness breaks through. I am inside.

The sweet smell of harmony. Let us give energy in all directions. Through our mouths, not to betray the omnipresence, with our egos, we talk to glory in the celebration of creation. So listen.

The sound of justice, was the inherent inspiration. Rather... rather... we scream for blood.
The sweet smell of harmony. The life force is not neutral. It is life giving. In happiness we see harmony.
Becoming a piece of something greater.  I no longer hold the creator to pay for my own ignorance. So I smile at the justice.

Aggression, aggression... go get what you want.... I'm turned on, without expectation, of any consequence. Inside.

Solution...Jeopardy

Whims when you know its real. Make me believe...The inspiration to exist, finds me. But you continue the parade of questions, you ask yourself. The actual descent of something upon the land, the descending of holy power, and the ascent of the soul.
No longer to lie in weakness, just to stay alive.

Just too easy to stay in misery. And I express myself, this body, to let it go. Not to hold on, for fear of losing something of concern.
So I spot...The weakness in myself, and not one to be so...tragic. I allow the spirit to put it in it's place.
Peace...Peace....
Peace....
You owe yourself excellence.
The passions have left a trace. Upon my life, that I can't seem to clean....yet.
I wasn't arguing with the saints. Done digging my own grave.
You call this sides? I don't see the point in digressing.... into the false self.
Receive the spirit of cooperation.

No side but life. And creation is on the edge of your destiny.

So give me reasons...for my consolation.
Please explain, and I'll hold on to my ambitions.
Not to call life on a whim, and apologize. I'll do it when I mean it.
And this meaning, it's how I really feel.

 So I fight, I fight righteously. To wish upon this carnal desire, for anything, is a mistake. So I should fight this righteously. And in the design, of following all of creation. Relief...
Oh, its relieving to feel... the release.

And power doesn't come from anything but, the mercy of our creator. Mercy upon our souls, for the delight of all of this. This doubt is useless to me. Worse to darken my life, so imperfectly.

Second guessing life, second guessing myself, blaming humanity is just being unable to let go. You can see a flaw in anything... So...

The blessing is upon your will. And the secret transmits peace. To take a stand, in the arrogance. Takes legs beyond its pull, and the cause of grace calling your words. I turn oh I turn my face, to god.

A simple doubt my friend, that is all you felt. To expand it is to indulge. And I release.

And in this release. Is light and liberty. Anyone could choose to indulge a desire. How does this, lead to satisfaction? Oh indulge... we indulge until we see for ourselves, it leads us round and round. Without doubt is security. Confidence comes with the energy.

I set it down, and destroy, the insecurity. Run? I'd rather destroy impurity. Starting in myself. To destroy it is to set free, the gates of destiny. Open to the calling of openheartedness. Closer, closer than touch. Is the point right in front of me.

So touch me, touch me, with your edification, I call upon the saints, and the savior for delivery...
To want! To want! Oh this that I want... This object of my desire. Is it pure? If not I repent. To watch the ascension, with my eyes. And these bullets in my back, I pay no heed to the pettiness, unless it is with the mercy, of our creator. To destroy is to prove, your wish, the desire, could not be eternal. And as a part of eternity, you see, we are naturally superior, to this temporary satisfaction. Doesn't satisfy the soul our father gave us. It puts it in jeopardy.

Mercy. Mercy. The fulfillment of the law, came with a message. Not to jeopardize your self in the falsehood of literal judgement, and to follow the spirit. So here is the reminder of his blood washing me, the spirit of all of this being received in full. The washing of rebirth, is the bliss of solution.

Sustenance...Victory.

Will there be judgment in their eyes... When we need no other. Besides the judgement of holy fire and spirit. You speak of... the ideas of victimhood... The victimhood of selfishness. So made victims of falsehood... I surrender. And repent. Under the sway. Of something... Besides the purity of creation. Where else does the question lie? Besides the brain, the mind, of the confused... Would I ask to know, If i was satisfied... Would I judge in my vanity?

So what will be sent... Out your mouth. I receive the spirit of courage. To repent more fully... It's a trade the action's you pursue. The pursuit of a thought without understanding, Is the pursuit of a vanity. Like an ignorance I would not villify, for the seeking of the power, of the kingdom. Why choose on the dry land of ignorance. When your purity wants to see the waters of life. And I open myself to them. To be free... But yet I make myself the victim of a slow delivery... My desire temporarily satisfied.... So I rejoice to find the words filled with power, filled with spirit, calling to my heart. Out of this temporary satisfaction I walk... Not looking for a craving. I put a word on it? Oh I put a word on it... It comes back again. You understand not my anger, so find not the reward of defeat.

The holy fire rage lights the walk of the solitude I speak of. The seriousness is lit with a passion of lightness....And the holy fire dwells inside.

So seek not that which finds you so looking for... the consequence. Die to the consequence. Without death. And the sway of your self. The spirit of all of this... But lies lies... wrecking our dignity. The reception of something into your heart. The teaching of the blessings of your enemies. That which came before prepared those who abandoned you... And now you repent for your own actions.

So take the reward and I die to the fear of giving as I am anointed as a piece of creation...As all of this. Not to do a thing that isn't burning with holy passion inside you, Is the reward of the courageous. To give is to receive the kingdom, in it's glory. A glory we swim in while thanking those we aid, and loving our false enemies. Who are found in lies in their own mind. As I find the truth of compassion and sustenance in the fulfillment of the law. Fulfilling me...Fulfilling.. all of this. With spirit not the shelter of the scared.... But yet you still judge. The movement was made. No one moves without the power to choose, to enter the path of correction. And the release of pettiness. The petty thoughts, and the petty things which follow them... All grace comes from the center, the pure desire of our creator. I lay down...And surrender. To be forgiven and cleaned. Accepting the kingdom into myself. Only then can I claim victory...

The Grace....The Grace....

A deadly passion
Is different. Than the purity.

We tried to change. Oh we tried to change.

And those who wished for it to remain the same.
Were they being selfish?
Either way. So was I...

Another misled
By the fortune of illusion
When I say take care.
Do it for everyone.
Not for yourself.
And the light will find you looking for,
Whats in front of you.

Coming to a point
inside yourself
I destroy the impurity
And do it williningly
Knowing my father prefers my anger
To the illusion.

And this preference
Is a pure desire
That forms all of this.

Yes. It's not about you.

We fell
We fell

But if we weren't scared
Where would the problem be?

The fall from grace.
Left those scared.
Who didn't repent.
And the strength leaves your mouth
Upon your surrender
To the lack of.
Giving.

The grace
The grace.
You will never see....
With the mind set on accomplishing selfishness
And you know its ugly...
And its not about you.

So yes celebrate. The fashion of the times without regression to denial.
Then you can have, the whole world.
Without the ugliness of human weakness....
Because the surrender was to a superior force.