Hallow, hollow, words needing no more, transpired, evermore the Word, amalgamation.
Turned facing the pain, engaging the strain, repetition, practice advancing to habit, conciliation, equalization.
Behavior simplified to a state of non-action, busy within the doing of nothing, visceral in being, hearty, steadfast and focused.
The body aches, the muscles sore, the eyes torn, the breath stinks, the ears bleed, the mouth foams, gases compound, fluids swell, the mind is spent, tired, the soul remains hungry, thirsting, arising to thunder, awakening, thrashing upon shackles.
Within detachment impurities remain, freedom bores, yet the song remains not the same, an ancient call for all ages is heard by an elderly deaf mute.
New ways emerge, burgeoning, enveloping, maturity harmonizing with images erased, emptiness replacing the phantasmagoric complexities of bustling inner-cities overpopulated with brilliance and unrestraint, pretty things driving insane.
Memory stings with tales of woe, with tales untold, with tales of desperate drama, with the excitement of sensual ecstasies, fantasies, and favored endeavors, the senses, a prison window, experiences expended, time wasted, God lovingly waits.
Slowed down self-knowledge, gradually aware, deconstructed, eliminations a plenty, purgation and crevices cleansed, alcoves reconstructed, not possibilities, nor dreams, nor scheming, nor plotting, nor manipulating through perceived righteous free will.
Acceptance, I do nothing.
The consequence presents abandonment, left alone still and meditating, passively practicing on into perfection, no victory, no shame, devoid and devoured, breathing within the emptiness of being elevated to a man of deep sorrows, understanding, knowing the joy within all.
A presence inflates as all is deflated, a hand reaching out, it is my own, touching the crystalline barrier, a boundary, a thin place, an investigation lacking logic, speechlessly imploring, passing beyond eternity angels came today, comprehending tomorrow will assail, moments many and varied, all is the same.
Within fear all is fear–anger raging through wrath.
Within love all is love—simple, merciful and serene.
Within faith all is a dark vulnerability–reason absconded, self-preservation obliterated.
Within hope is the conquest of all that is vain—the release of demented intentions of self-prescribed fame.
Within God reposes the unknown.