I wish to start anew, I want the sun to go down so I can sleep and awaken to the new day. The first new day of life, the first day of a new life, eternally embracing the sun with new eyes and a new hope. Let the moon bask me in her gentle immanence, her gentle motherly embrace, please let me rest. Let me begin anew, let me find hope, let me find life, for in the darkness I can no longer reside, but I too understand that the sun eventually sets, nonetheless I persist. Perhaps something lies beyond the frontier of night and day, father and mother, good and evil, black and white, please great mother, tell me there is something more. I cry and weep in the nights of never-ending sorrows, I seek to fill a void in this existence which never seems to leave, a void that fills me with fear of demise, of torment, of decay. Please sacred father, tell me that I am more than the void, tell me that power lies behind this endless night of darkness, please shine your rays in my soul from within and without. Please holy and most sacred of spirits, please tell me that the void will bring peace, for in my heart I know that we will all succumb to it, but if we must succumb to it, surely it must be where we came from. Is beginning and end not the same, oh sacred spirit? Illuminate me in the hazes of eternity, bring my soul to one with the void, and in turn, with all I have ever known and all I couldn’t even fathom to know, show me the all, for I am one with the all and this is my inheritance, from father to son, from spirit to life, forever and ever, amen.

If you guys wish to check out more of my writing, I write daily & post on my writing page on Instagram “kingjeri24” (not promoting for any reason other than my love of sharing free knowledge and my writing 😊🥺). I coined the term for my writing method “free flow writing” (I have NO CLUE, if this term has been coined, I never looked it up, it came to me while meditating) I do this by meditating and visualizing myself as an empty vessel, then I call on to whatever needs to be expressed, to enter into my mind, then once I feel a “stream” of thoughts (it’s weird because they aren’t “thoughts” per say, I can almost feel them, but I don’t actually mentally hear the words or even know what I’m about to write about), then I just begin to type like a madam, no thoughts. I write entire pages in minutes, crazy part is that it almost always makes sense.