Thee looketh at me,
Why?
Can you look at me as I to myself,
Not thee to thyself towards me?
If ye canst, thou willeth see me as I to myself,
Like I see thee as thou to thine self.
I wrote many things, even incomplete books. Even the words wrote many grammars inside my head. And even the words-feelings wrote many emotions inside my heart, and the soulful words also wrote from my soul. There are many words will I note more.
I read that I choose to absorb,
Like thou support that ye choose,
But I pray thee to haveth respect,
And also, I do the same.
I don’t know what’s out there in the space,
Because I never saw them with my eyes,
But we have heard from the higher position,
Well, still, I want to see them with my eyes.
He walks toward with his opening arms,
And he said to the world, here I am
The odd must deliver to the even
Then Victory smiles at all
Lucky Mercy is friends with her.
Will I heal ye if thou let me, saith Health to Self, Willeth thou let me heal ye at the same time will I let ye heal me. It is the way I do those things to heal when both sides feel the same as healing.
As a comer to thee, said Recovery unto Self, See me here that I am willing to heal ye. So, I beg thee to think of me, or Health, or Cure, or the likes of Recovery, oh, I pray thee to think of us.
Come to me, sayeth Magical Healing unto Self, Come to me, and do nothing but think of me, feel me, and sense me as if it is proper to thee.
© Ismael Mansoor
This Engrained Heart 