Thoughts Hymn


Either my thoughts be wicked turmoil

Else singing hallelujah in divinity

Appearing a balance like the Yin Yang philosophy

Grace perhaps enchanced vs evil

The intuition of meaning itself seems fruitless

Life we live beseeching paradoxical

And that neverendless fountain flowing

Whilst the garden strife goes eternal

To peek into hell to peek into lost souls

Indeed stuck here just a-peeking into heaven



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Sacred Profane Collide

life's paradox - when is this plague ti end.? Not soon. ~S~