Luminosity (luminosity) wrote,

I put my boots on today to march, still I serve.

Oaths taken oaths granted, words become flesh.

I put my boots on to march, this is not the first time it might not be the last.
There are many leagues to go, and the destination is that bright country.
Day after day, I have become less and less man and more and more virtue.
What is it to live as an ideal.
Still, I serve.

It is not the same as being an imperfect being made of flesh.
An idea and love are fires that burn off our mortality and leave us with new being.
I put my boots on today to march as compassion.

I carried water then, I carry water now.
Still, I serve.
Still, I march, in stillness and a central voice deep in my breast, and it breathes light.
Life made me, life transformed me.
Still, I serve.

Moments gazing at heavens known-unknown being and no-thing.
The immaterial idea more real than all flesh, and bound in fleshes encoding.
I put my boots on today.
Still, I serve.
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