Bounty Hunted

I drew the curtains and saw the looming gloom. I prayed He divert it. The response, as always, was immediate.  If I could thank Him for all He has given, ten eternities wouldn't be enough. So I pause from the exhaustion of trying to repay with gratitude. Except I can never repay something that did not reduce the bestower's bounty. Endless, incorruptible, unchangeable.

All praise is to God. Lord of the worlds.

Oblivion

Veins throbbing, yet he didn't have an inkling. He would soon discover that his heart was beating faster than the speed of light, and nothing but death could slow it down. His chest was closing in, and he didn't know why. He was slowly loosing focus, and his vision began to blur. His thoughts began to mix with his speech. The mumbling turned to revelation and his mind lost control. His heart, after all, was the most powerful organ in his body. His balance, of course, was next, and he lost that too. He slid slowly, onto the dark marble floor, and reached for stability, which he did not find. His head against the wall, and his legs limp in front of him, he can only blame the cause.

Cold Crystal

Each glimmers
Blinding beauty builds
Shoulders shiver
Understated chills

Soft, delicate crystals
Moved by monsters
Plead to shimmer
On a world that's become dimmer

I sing to tiny diamonds
My view is of privilege
Behind frosted window
Hot cocoa and slippers

Plowed into mountains
We mourn the loss of uniformity
No longer can they hold hands
And grace us with effervescence

Warned but hasty
We lost the beauty
We let down patience
And birthed a slimy habitat

My apologies
On behalf of these
Humans with no humanity
Dicing thee
Mercilessly
Just to get to work

Beautify my Memories

Memories never fail. It is the remitter's actions which can be a failure. And since we know our present motions will ingrain themselves in our memories, why allow them to be shameful? Because we value the moment over the future. We bias the fulfillment of our desires to our present self, and ignore and neglect our future self. We slowly build momentum, being careless of the decisions our future will face due to these actions, until we get so close to the cliff. And since our past self was so careless and cut the break cables, we are heaved into space and sucked by gravity: we fall. We fail. Be mindful of potential pitfalls. Plan to procure potions to push away the petrifying perturbances. Place faith in the true guidance and follow it. Be considerate of your future self, and set a path that leads only to Paradise.

Water Sun

When I turned my face to the closest position I could be to Him, He heaved His love, it traveled at the speed of heaven, and drenched my back like a dam breaking until it drown me.

And now my heart floats. In the sea of incorruptible serenity. Untouchable. This inexplicable happiness spread in the water and increased its reflectivity. The sun envied the light and prayed to attain this gift. Undeserved, unanticipated, gushing waves rush through lush forests and crush trees to bring more, and more, and more. Because He is the source of infinity, so why can't He bless me endlessly, without reason, without warning, and without terms of repayment.

I am free.

Finally.

I am free.

Forever

I always believed I would die young.
Or perhaps I'd hoped for it.
And if I do die young, this post will be quite beautiful.

Maybe she was an angel. Maybe she was a human who had the ability to speak to what is paining you.
I was perfectly numb.
She spake of the world and how it shackles you. And I listened.
And when my heart was hurting, she spake of the world and how it shackles you. And I healed.
And when my soul was confused about the future, she spake again. And I hoped.
And in the oddest moment of slight sadness and overwhelming happiness, she spake. And my soul was flooded.

Above the highest of mountains and in the deepest of waters, my soul spread itself beyond the confines of our tribulations. Wingspan of infinity, at the speed of the darkness before the light could reach it, I breathed in the divinely blessed realm of the 'other.' I belong not to this world, nor do I wish to belong to it. I have found something grander, something irreplaceable, untraceable untameable. Attainable through truth.


All praise is to God.
Lord of the worlds.

Fire

I cried that night.

After all these years, I have come to realize the full extent to which that protection was intended. Although they believe they have become free, their reality is that they are in fact in the worst form of slavery their kind has ever endured. He meant to protect our kind from not only others, but our own selves. Because apparently, we cannot make the distinction between justice and objectification.

We watch a movie about a geisha. We witness how cruel she is treated. How narrow-minded and marriage-as-a-goal oriented her 'care'takers are. She is treated like an animal, being bred slowly, to the taste of those who came before her, and she is expected to go without a whimper. We watch. Removing ourselves from that historic reality. We think: She was oppressed.

In olde English times, the woman would take the man's last name because she was his property. He owned her. The same way he was able to sell her. Treat her like a pet. A naughty pet. We read and think: She was oppressed.

In our times, women groom their bodies in every way, and wear pieces of cloth that accentuate every curve and hide every (commercially) unwanted bump. Her hair must be glowing and thick. She must apply things to her face, to change her real femininity, into a monster, the modern white-faced geisha, the modern girdle-suffocated female property. At least women of the past knew something was awry. No. Modern women, along with being objectified, are also disillusioned to believe this objectification, with the same historic goal as attracting a suitor [or a one-night-stand], is actually liberation and freedom. Good job humans. You have consistently and without hindrance enslaved women and forced them to value their selves based solely on how they are physically presented.


God desires to not only protect us from these pressures, norms and expectations, but also from our own ignorant daze of believing this is how we must live, from feeling that being 'pretty' under the mainstream standard is what defines our worth.


I don't cover because I am preserving myself for my 'future husband.' Pardon me, but to __ with that. I am a soul in a vessel which will disintegrate into the earth, with the scum, with the dirt. God is the only One Who understands the value of women. He has decreed obligations for our own protection. For our own dignity. We are above the other meaningless values. We are above slavery to other humans, including slavery to ourselves. We are above the impossible standards set for us. The standards which they have numbed our hearts to believe we must reach.


I find it hard to see that humans are capable of justice. We have allowed the minute carnal aspect of our existence to become the main focus of our every momentum.


I see the sickness. I finally see the sickness. And to its full disastrous extents. And yet, I struggle to accept God's remedy.

God guide me, and all women, and men, to value each other as souls. As little breaths of God. Indeed, that is higher than any other honor.