Doa
this is an open invitation to vulnerability,
to witness this life unravel in ways unexpected,
strictly the Divine’s secret.
stuck in latency with no way to pivot,
breathing, yet breathless after each inhale
and a stinging strike after each exhale.
Whatever that is left of this vessel,
has had their hands dirty to keep pumping sense into the brain,
to not repeat no tomfoolery, again and again.
This body holds dreams higher than anybody’s,
be it a wish for warmth or a wish to actualize entirely,
rivers of words flowing flawlessly, no dams ever blocking,
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blessing all that hears, all that is near.
A bolting current of creation, embodying such strong devotion,
to the Divine, the permanent resident of the mind.
for each drop of ink spilled on canvases,
is a step closer to the One Who is Dear.
To manifest an essence so irresistible,
that this body becomes a temple, of the kind and devout,
ones who are unfazed by senses of doubt,
with utter strength and a whole lotta will,
standing still, even through trials and tribulations.
A promise of thrills and formation to be one with me and one of me.
Though, while these hands are left in clasps,
may every inhale hold a breath of love and life,
and may every exhale is a promise worth keeping, right of the bat.
