dusty solar
Let me knock on the door three times and leave the rest up to you.
As mysticism you are my milk and honey.
The temple wall was god proving that we are lost and yet to be found.
I pray to the same god according to myself at least..
the god who will explain my mothers will to come face to face with having wasted her entire life on hate. What a righteous god to be antisemitic for, continue to lose so predictably to him, I shall let them judge me and I pray to god don’t let my judgement of myself mean suicide. Such is my shame.
My close friend is a Christian unto caricature, he can be Ned Flanders and it’s difficult not to laugh at him when he unwillingly is. Slave morality and all of that. However I don’t look down on him all though it took some practice and when you truly listen to him it is clear that he lives a better life than most. Even myself.. False idols to me, the meaning of his life to him.
I want to love muslims and I think they can sense that since their women are so keen to tend to me as a man full of unnecessary insecurities. Sweden is us now and the traditions we keep but also the traditions we create.. Like gangster rap and giving 100% at soccer. I so wonder what is the U.S.A? I suppose the Americans are still living that explanation, but it’s starting to grow stale. There can’t be panic when you realise that the road always leads forward.. when we reach the last ocean we will slump down in front of it and by stardust collected again. When you live the miracle of life so fragile as to depend on exact precision of distances and weight distributed by heavenly bodies - is it truly miss placed pride or is it an accurate reason to worship and subcome to a life long faith? The whole of creation is a prayer that has been answered as such as a prayer.
wooden root