What are these, these words I write
They are nothing yet they are gathered,
bound and read. I cannot write, not for
my soul. It has not a single word it is
nothingness, it is emptiness it is my deepest core.
Grace is all it understands as Grace is All.
A word is only your exterior. It dresses
your exterior. It is merely the extreme of your
exteriority and it can never taste the colour
that your exteriority extends because your word
in Truth is merely nothing but the clothes
of fashion you dearly don.
So then what are words if the interiority
has no voice to sound the Spirit of God.
A soul cannot be read just as Grace
cannot be written. So what are these,
these words I write. They are nothing.
redned121 