Psalmi 103:
2 Kiitä Herraa, minun sieluni, äläkä unhota, mitä hyvää hän on sinulle tehnyt,
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3 hän, joka antaa kaikki sinun syntisi anteeksi ja parantaa kaikki sinun sairautesi,
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Some words, scrutiny, not.
Some thoughts, to entertain.
Logical thinking, maybe.
Counting blessings.
What is pleasing?
What is the power, the motivation?
The aim of all existence.
Memoir.
Word-puzzle.
Numerology.
Esoteria.
Make-up,
smoky eyes.
A message.
I am hurt.
Wednesday-evening, 19:53.
Adulterous being.
Human, homo sapiens.
Wisdom creature.
To find the cue.
Convert into believer.
It will be ok.
You will be ok.
Emerge from darkness.
Grow towards the thought.
Become one with the information.
In Jesus' eyes.
Wise.
Waiting for the time of a song.
Melody.
Chords.
Rhythm.
Idea of power.
entices men.
"You are on my leash"
men and their urge.
I have a mind of me own.
Jesus, as the Shepherd.
The guardian.
The guide.
The Defender.
The Idea of Protection.
Written in to the law.
The Codex.
The code of conduct.
The idea of Platonic love.
The Idea of free world.
Me as I will.
Run far from the crowd.
Shield the doors.
Seal the heart.
With the sacred.
No longer am I, but Christ in me.
What entices me?
Addiction I cannot conquer.
Secret sin, I carry within.
The purpose of life?
The aim of all existence?
The end of all thinking?
The means to get there?
I have never had a nickname.
But I've known many names for myself.
Isebel, the lazy mind says.
Outside the city.
But functional mind does not curse.
Accurate scrutiny finds what's between lines.
Trying to entertain oneself.
Ending up in depicting the city.
City on the hill.
Light of the world.
So tightly loved, to take on arms.
Love and hate, idea and prognoses.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
A tight hug. Arms of love.
What the humankind considers a salvation.
Picture future. Breathe it in.
A picture tells a thousand stories.
Love at first sight.
Wisdom moves around, without yelling.
The Justice. And its' sound.
20:28
I count the blessings.
The follow up, the years of practice.
When wisdom entices, how to
not keep of trying to have access,
to the wisdom?
If the Ideas survive,
from a messenger to another.
It heals the soul,
The Idea is alive,
and it feels divine.
Idea of free world,
not my neck on the deck.
I would live for that idea.
True love,
free from hatred
and its means.
Chasing the Idea,
or waiting for her emerge.
The Idea of Jesus,
One Forgiving.
One loving.
On defending.
The Shepherd.
The soul.
The Potter and Her cup.
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