Is it so hard to understand,
the way I cry,
is by bleeding my liver.
-W.E
As self obnoxious as it feels, I am going against my own wishes and writing this series.
Inner purgation perhaps.
I don’t know.
I’ll flow with it until it dies.
#ThereIam
He wants us to come to Him whole, but the only way to come whole is to strip away layers of our being until naked.
Naked souls with no garments of vices.
The ability to recognise your garments will determine how easily you can remove them.
That is the Egoïste’s aim, they want Him all to themselves.
-W.E.
A poets ultimate defeat
Is kinda’ bitter-sweet
It’s in the Hands of God
Where they always wanted to be
Where they can never have the last line
-W.E.
Until death do us part is a line reserved for earthly beings.
Words transcend earth and heavens and have origins in the Eternal Divine.
As such,
The most beautiful marriage is;
A writers page dent
With a readers goose bump
-W.E.
You’re not crazy, you’re just in love. And if you’re not crazy, you’ll never meet Him.
-W.E.
Will you be ready?
-W.E.
How many layers, veils, coats of distraction do we have?
It makes no comprehensible sense that we cry pangs of longing with distractions engulfing us.
-W.E.
How far are you willing to go?
The devotion of a moth has challenged lovers for an eternity
The mad amongst us rise to the occasion.
They burn for Him.
For centuries, the lovers have jumped into the flame only to find it cool and tranquil like our forefather Abraham peace be upon him. They were not about to be outdone by a moth.
-W.E.
Struggling for what?
Let go and celebrate your imperfection.
Got spare change?
Before raising your hands,
Elevate your hearts.
That’s the only currency
He accepts.
-W.E.
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