Kai, it keeps chasing me
Everywhere I go
It keeps resounding its echo
When your Master sends a sword
That kills your nature
With angels in that speciality
When workers plants in your own vineyard ( spoken word to your heart)
When Sun pierces the tares or should I say cares in your field
When the Water (Spirit) that has been blocked by personal resentment pushes through like whirl wind
What do I do?
When the sword is at your neck
and it’s inscription is written “REST!”….
I mean…just rest in the Master’s hand.