November 20, 2016

I’ve written inscriptions on the tabernacle and cross, not of love or anything of the sort. Just declarations to my soul. I’ve written across the atmosphere, in script, in graffiti, I’ve lined the world with wisdom. Additions to old covenants, creations of new ones. I’ve begun happiness. Found the Bodhi tree in my lungs. Found holy water in the kidneys. There’s holiness in my body, in my life. 

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