Friday, October 14, 2011

Infinity

The jester, knitted fairytales of woes for my heart to carry, until it turned into a black impenetrable stone, that I deemed as my precious jewel. It was only when Your Love blew through me, that I embraced the flame raging in my heart, shivering in Your Passion. It divulged me in a nameless place, where I breathe myself into You. All this while, I saw myself separated from all, until the Glow of Your Light pierced through the fog of darkness. All those ways, I deceived myself to be, unraveled at Your Feet and I looked up to see myself as an infinite perfection of You and You Alone.

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