Finrock wrote: Mon Oct 28, 2024 6:01 pm
THE LAKE OF FIRE
Fire entities roam their home. Engulfed in flames of life, light, and truth. A snake eating itself.
Gorging on meat they become weak. Small worms can't build a house. But what if I was a frog?
What is a frog? Eyes to see. Ears to hear. Nose to smell. Legs to move. Mind to think. Sturdy, adapted. Humble.
The Lake of Fire is our home and into this Universe we have roamed. Brought in through Love and captured by Hate. Stripping away flesh to reveal raw spirit.
What Sword can cut so precisely? What Shield can defend against such a Sword that cuts away both flesh, bone, and to the marrow?
In the forest the hermit hones his skills. Gathering Fire within. No eggs, no creations, only discipline and practice and time, like a sponge, gathers in the ingredients necessary for a House.
A House of God. A Holy House. Set apart for the worms who would be frogs. Will you Enter The Lord's Holy House? Or will you return to the Fire, trapped by your appetites?
Finrock wrote: Mon Oct 28, 2024 6:01 pm
THE LAKE OF FIRE
Fire entities roam their home. Engulfed in flames of life, light, and truth. A snake eating itself.
Gorging on meat they become weak. Small worms can't build a house. But what if I was a frog?
What is a frog? Eyes to see. Ears to hear. Nose to smell. Legs to move. Mind to think. Sturdy, adapted. Humble.
The Lake of Fire is our home and into this Universe we have roamed. Brought in through Love and captured by Hate. Stripping away flesh to reveal raw spirit.
What Sword can cut so precisely? What Shield can defend against such a Sword that cuts away both flesh, bone, and to the marrow?
In the forest the hermit hones his skills. Gathering Fire within. No eggs, no creations, only discipline and practice and time, like a sponge, gathers in the ingredients necessary for a House.
A House of God. A Holy House. Set apart for the worms who would be frogs. Will you Enter The Lord's Holy House? Or will you return to the Fire, trapped by your appetites?
Valo wrote: Fri Sep 19, 2025 4:32 pm
Dizzy dancing dice fly inside the clock like mice.
Jumping beans flair as they catch air and the old man is left to stare in open wonder...lightning, earthquake, and thunder.
All is falling, all is falling the Old Man is calling
Men who would be frogs home to sit on their logs, perched like gargoyles on top of marble.
Looming lizards flick their lazy tails.
A woosh and a splash, all things crash not to be raised again at last. Only in a vessel like a cocoon of light fleeting forward from fragile existence and fast.
Millions make major milestones; a millennium of momentum meet the Most High: Master of time, space, life, death, and a new beginning is nigh. With eternal shells for our ghostly selves, no more to leave our clothes on a shelf.
Like dry bones fossilized, sharing minerals with the Stone around it, becoming something more yet the same Mind. Uplifted, elevated, transformed, in the twinkling of the eye.
