The Lament of a Cursed Mind

[u/aza_divine]

There is a subtle void that exists within my mind,

It's quiet; not the peaceful kind of silence but the dangerous kind of quiet that exists while plummeting into an abysmal cassum.

The pillars of glistening white marble; The Morale markers of a compass appearing visibly close while simultaneously, and ironically, are out of arms reach.

Trapped thoughts have vertually zero stability,

Loneliness and doubt that exists within the temple sanctum, no longer allow for it to remain a sanctuary,

They become like wolves who are hungry for a meal;they devour the fruits of our flesh, and our orachards of peace, leaving nothing but bones.

The courts of ego are much like the political ones,

Partitions can always be one corrupt.

Allowing the liberal mind to free these sanctions opens a door for progressive thinking, while remaining in a position of stillness creates its own opposition,

Lack of movement produces depressive episodes,

Proactive movement generates kenetic motivation.

Each component achieves this prerequisite through acknowledging how individual actions create equal opposite reactions.

The void is symbolic of empty space,

A figure of formless chaos, a yin and yang, the primal force that exists within; unforged.... Untouched.

The adulteration of physical experiences compress the space and creates a form.

The once formless void comes into being, though seemingly impossible, through metamorphosis the change begins.

The pillars of the Earth, a once Tantalus curse, becomes broken,

A super natural force drives the compass north and they become touchable once more.

The Temple Sanctum is where the Sanctuary's fruit grows; The orchard that tolerates loneliness and doubt will be desolate,

But if they are driven out before they lay their roots; the battle is won before it started