Yoga
The end is so close. Its palpable.
You can taste it. Maybe a few years, maybe a decade or two, and while it isn't my place to even think of any kind of timetable, I can't see it lasting longer than that.
Everything is pointing to it. Its as good as here. There are rumblings forth, there are unseen things going on.
Like a chess master who can see nine moves ahead, its coming, its prophesied.
And I have to do all I can.
Its going to get worse before it gets better.
I need to prepare myself. Make myself ready with His help.
Even the demons have made their prophecies. And they increase their works as the end draws near.
And though I enjoy smiles and caring thoughts, they are not enough. While I pretend to be someone I'm not, I lose my friendship. So I must remember, always. I must bear the load. I have to do all I can. Its coming. There is so much to keep in mind, there is so much to have in heart, but the truth is coming. The end is coming. Balance is coming.
I am not hated enough to feel accomplished. I deserve pain, not for pain itself, not to deserve my reward, but because it is required. It is necessary. Enemies will not treat me kindly. Yet I entreat them for their sweet words.
It is so hard. But the day is coming soon and I can't be off guard.
I just need strength because I don't have it alone.
I have to be concerned over things I can do and leave the impossibilities alone. I can't love you, I can't help you, nor can you do either for me. And when the day comes you'll stay obstinate in your heart.
The only thing that can hurt my heart anymore is if I bring reproach. I can not have that. That is my purpose. To bring glory.
I cannot care anymore if I put hurt in your eyes, if my heart looks ridiculous to you, if my passion causes you pain.
My love belongs to my Originator.
I could tell you all the sweet words you long to hear, I could change my heart, bite the fruit, and die with you. My heart has swollen. But the honest truth is that you're not worth it. Its just not worth it.
When the red hail flies, no one will be laughing.
You can taste it. Maybe a few years, maybe a decade or two, and while it isn't my place to even think of any kind of timetable, I can't see it lasting longer than that.
Everything is pointing to it. Its as good as here. There are rumblings forth, there are unseen things going on.
Like a chess master who can see nine moves ahead, its coming, its prophesied.
And I have to do all I can.
Its going to get worse before it gets better.
I need to prepare myself. Make myself ready with His help.
Even the demons have made their prophecies. And they increase their works as the end draws near.
And though I enjoy smiles and caring thoughts, they are not enough. While I pretend to be someone I'm not, I lose my friendship. So I must remember, always. I must bear the load. I have to do all I can. Its coming. There is so much to keep in mind, there is so much to have in heart, but the truth is coming. The end is coming. Balance is coming.
I am not hated enough to feel accomplished. I deserve pain, not for pain itself, not to deserve my reward, but because it is required. It is necessary. Enemies will not treat me kindly. Yet I entreat them for their sweet words.
It is so hard. But the day is coming soon and I can't be off guard.
I just need strength because I don't have it alone.
I have to be concerned over things I can do and leave the impossibilities alone. I can't love you, I can't help you, nor can you do either for me. And when the day comes you'll stay obstinate in your heart.
The only thing that can hurt my heart anymore is if I bring reproach. I can not have that. That is my purpose. To bring glory.
I cannot care anymore if I put hurt in your eyes, if my heart looks ridiculous to you, if my passion causes you pain.
My love belongs to my Originator.
I could tell you all the sweet words you long to hear, I could change my heart, bite the fruit, and die with you. My heart has swollen. But the honest truth is that you're not worth it. Its just not worth it.
When the red hail flies, no one will be laughing.