ChieftheCef
Active Member
I wrote them into a sort of poem
What is all encompasing, infinite and eternal?
Comes before anything and is after if tomorrow comes?
That which is within and without?
Which composes all things?
Who seems empty but is never exhausted?
Who is colourless, who has no form and looks like no creature?
Who permeates existence both as themselves and as the spark within you
Present in every space and outside it?
Inable to be comprehended by any man?
That which all religions are aiming at but missing?
Who are limited to and in and of themselves
That which is one thing, greatest of benefit?
That all things are and were made by?
To which we return to once dead?
That which guides all the badness into less distribution, dulls itself gradually, yet still fertilizes goodness?
That which is so unlimited it has all capabilities and stretches throughout and past every universe?
They the unique and indivisible?
That which excels in speed because of their girth?
They who exist independent of anything, who created all things?
Who does not even exist
Who composes consciousness and existence
They who are the final standard of what is right, making the most of itself, efficiency, practicality?
It is not that things are hard to distinguish without soliditiy
It is not because we want to be cool that we do not like labels
It is because the Ocean doing the wave, the reality doing the human
The Void from which we all emanate that unites us all
And it is limited not only to the self once, but to themselves again as the final standard
And together we stand by their universal decree
Their final standard
For when one hurts another, they feel the pain immediately,
As health, mental health, and reaction including happiness, and impact on the world
Which comes back to you
And throughout their life,
As impact on the world, including the self and everything else,
As impact on other people, further compounding impacts on the world which leads to the self
Regardless of who realizes it
Make the most of Nothing, be efficient, like we all do
What is all encompasing, infinite and eternal?
Comes before anything and is after if tomorrow comes?
That which is within and without?
Which composes all things?
Who seems empty but is never exhausted?
Who is colourless, who has no form and looks like no creature?
Who permeates existence both as themselves and as the spark within you
Present in every space and outside it?
Inable to be comprehended by any man?
That which all religions are aiming at but missing?
Who are limited to and in and of themselves
That which is one thing, greatest of benefit?
That all things are and were made by?
To which we return to once dead?
That which guides all the badness into less distribution, dulls itself gradually, yet still fertilizes goodness?
That which is so unlimited it has all capabilities and stretches throughout and past every universe?
They the unique and indivisible?
That which excels in speed because of their girth?
They who exist independent of anything, who created all things?
Who does not even exist
Who composes consciousness and existence
They who are the final standard of what is right, making the most of itself, efficiency, practicality?
It is not that things are hard to distinguish without soliditiy
It is not because we want to be cool that we do not like labels
It is because the Ocean doing the wave, the reality doing the human
The Void from which we all emanate that unites us all
And it is limited not only to the self once, but to themselves again as the final standard
And together we stand by their universal decree
Their final standard
For when one hurts another, they feel the pain immediately,
As health, mental health, and reaction including happiness, and impact on the world
Which comes back to you
And throughout their life,
As impact on the world, including the self and everything else,
As impact on other people, further compounding impacts on the world which leads to the self
Regardless of who realizes it
Make the most of Nothing, be efficient, like we all do
