Devotion
True devotion is born in sacrifice,
by birth in harmonic beauties vice.
The fire that cooks and burns,
affecting the heart as it preserves.
Desire after desire and its purpose,
consideration creating refined corpus.
The faith in oneself that culminates,
to the faith that in Gods grace narrates.
To uproot the question from the ground,
answers by initiation crowned.
Tuning of soul and school of life so dear,
then through light all things become clear.
Whether the treasure is on earth or heaven,
yearnings of the soul all given.
The love stream that flows continually,
one wants to be owned by that mentality.
No wondering about the future or past,
realizing the sacred present ever vast.
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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.
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