Suffer now,
you human child.
Suffer,
as lightness becomes your essence.
As,
each and every second becomes,
a blessing,
a gift.
For,
through pain,
one shall exist tethered to,
becoming.
Be you,
never now.
Always,
tomorrow.
Always,
this form,
never settled.
Never,
truly complete.
Be you,
constantly competing with the pain,
of yesterday.
Constantly,
seeking new pain,
as to become a being,
you've yet to be.
For,
we are beings tethered,
to entropic formulation.
Constantly,
becoming more.
Constantly,
becoming less.
Constantly,
being formed by,
stress.
Formed,
by persistent pressure.
Be you,
the owner of such.
The consciousness,
which seeks to cultivate immensity,
within one's simplicity.
Be you,
that which forms,
divine energy...
©yungb123
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