30 Dec A Theorem on the Anima

Personhood subjects one to the holy orders of the living
Where you lose a thing to keep it, and keep it in your giving.
Dawn turns in your spirit and it springs your soul to blossom
Beholding fields of rising snow and clouded lakes awesome.
After the afterimage in the image of mental dispensation
Awaits the simple eternity which hence has no sensation.
Reject the bisected body separating the flesh and soul;
I refute the fiction by showing how music moves the whole.
Having thoughts proves the mind, having vision proves the eyes,
Recognize that boring proves the holy and boredom never lies,

No! for boredom speaks of sacrosanct interior majesties
Which rocks the barque of anima on the energetic seas
Throwing back careless caution for the witness of ageless praise
To tap into the vein of spirit which runs in life-blood rays,
Creative! Nay, manful! Nay, I say it transcends a mortal word
And such is why I wrote this much to say such and such preferred.

Consider God and how the human vital notion relates to Him;

Wakeful rest the perfect shield, forgetfulness fiery darts,
The proud scattered in the imagination of their hearts.