Seed of the Immortal One

Imagine the violence with which one ruptures the heart of a God
The result so magnificent and painful it creates good and evil, light and dark…
And a core of infinite facets caught in the finitude of a moment of time
Every single part yearns to be whole and the whole yearns for its parts.
And in this process of refinement and condensation we find ourselves.
We find us within the storm of change, living lifes filled with the mundane

Those lifes are seeds within the core. holding their own infinity in every heart.
They are the parts of God that know not how to reunite
They are We and we are free
to find a path.

Often knowing our own office
better than we know our heart.

We find us caught in the norms of a flawed time.
And it is our choice to partake or to insert ourselves.

The world at our fingertips, are rulers and victims
of cause and effect.

And with every decision the seed begins to grow.
It grows through us
Through our actions, thoughts, desires
It grows through love and hate and humor
As slow as ice or fast like fire

If chaos wins it spreads its filth, the darkness holds its grip
A violent neverending tumor that only knows itself
But love is strong and cares for others
And wisdom finds its way

So do not despair and trust the process.
What wins is for us to decide.

Freedom is the mist before the shape of the core
every possible line still hanging in the air,
uncommitted, unashamed, unwritten.

Then we choose. And choosing is violence
the infinite facet giving up its other selves
to be this one, here, now, done.
The only way ink gets laid down and the core can take form.

Neither you nor the unborn God does know the ending
While Time flows unpreturbed…
Waiting for enough of our mundane, ordinary days
to press themselves into Nothingness itself.

A Fate still condensing, drop by drop,
out of every choice we didn’t have to make.

The seed continues every day to grow by our hand.
Freedom is the only ink god has.
And what was infinite becomes, at last, determined
becomes, at last, the Geist of our spirit matter.

And so We write.

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