Godliness

With skin that rots of mortality,

With breath that reeks of fear,

With a mind that speaks about corruption,

And with a heart that beats for protection,

I, clothed in perspiration, stand far away from God purity.

To behold the sacred structure, I need to clear my visions occluded by blindess for divinity;

To get closer to the structure, I need to die of human;

My hands are tied to embrace the ineffable beauty,

My legs are shackled to walk down the God lane,

My eyes are blindfolded to witness the sacred edifice,

but I live every moment in truth realizing your existence through my inner experience.

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