There are points in time it feels completely futile
To spank one’s mind’s thought processes for the
Betterment of one’s physical soul’s outer actions,
Because of that desired trained corrective bridling
Of one’s inner perceptions of plain visual truths.
Straining not to pain the heart of realisms hearts mind with
Your own actions of mental to physical fruitions of blatant
Unworthiness, a failing to lean towards correctness, blaming
Weakness, implying imperfections shortcomings, when scripturally
it is a real moment of impressible multiplied divine strength.
A sitting down; when standing signifies one’s solidified desire
For that real oneness in mind, body, heart and soul to perfection;
Willfully attaching one’s physical individual parts to the original
Applaudable likeness in obedience, understanding one’s
Definitive blessedness in dualities truest gifted freedoms.
A very real deep inner feeling of true sorrowful inability, to measure
Up in a worthy light to an acceptable agreeableness in underlined
Bridges of thoughts to actions, publicly complimenting each other
Categorically spiritually undeniably correct, but the failing of one’s
flesh not as an excuse, but contextually a factual unacceptably held
Sorrowful cloak in wonderment: Should one just give up, stop trying?
The world not ready for truth and honesty and one’s own inner
Being not ready to totally accept obedience purity, fearful of
Failing in the most miserable way possible, not accepted in one’s
Own mind of chosen adaptabilities. A feeling alone, because in true
Obedience one acted seemingly lukewarm still looking for the worlds
necessary approval. Why?
There are points in time it feels completely futile
To spank one’s mind’s thought processes for the
Betterment of one’s physical soul’s outer actions,
Because of that desired trained corrective bridling
Of one’s inner perceptions of plain visual truths.