#uprightly

[wiirocku]

Psalm 84:11-12 (NKJV) - For the LORD God is a sun and shield; The LORD will give grace and glory; No good thing will He withhold From those who walk uprightly.

O LORD of hosts, Blessed is the man who trusts in You!

[aistobascistod]

Post : Perfect opening, sprightly twist :: Queue : Querfect epening, uprightly ewist

[tom4jc]

Isaiah 33:14-15 Surviving The Fire

The sinners in Zion are afraid; fearfulness has seized the hypocrites: “Who among us shall dwell with the devouring fire? Who among us shall dwell with everlasting burnings?” He who walks righteously and speaks uprightly, he who despise the gain of oppressions, who gestures with his hands, refusing bribes, who stops his ears from hearing of bloodshed, and shuts his eyes from seeing evil: Isaiah…

[granonine]

Grace and Glory

Psalm 84: 11-12. For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly. O LORD of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in Thee. Many years ago, I learned to understand that God’s promise to withhold no good thing to those who walk uprightly did NOT mean He would give me anything I wanted. It means that if He is…

[cath-lic]

All Praise Be To Allah In Every Situation!!!

marcellus williams’ last statement before his execution.

inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un.

(indeed, we belong to Allah, and indeed, to Him we return).

those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.

isaiah 57:2

i pray for our brother, marcellus williams, that he is reunited with god, and that his family is granted peace. rest in paradise, marcellus.

[elliespuns]

Is it just me, or is the scene where Jesse tells Ellie to "get her girlfriend to the stables" after he freshly finds out she and Dina kissed the other night so cheekily but still uprightly comical?

It's the way Ellie needs to process Jesse's jab before she realizes he's teasing her about the kiss she shared with her best friend that she accidentally brought up into the open in front of him earlier, only to have nothing to say but roll her eyes and mumble, "Oh my god." under her breath at how embarrassing she can't believe her life is right now. 

The way she can't believe this is happening right now. Not only Dina kissed her and Ellie doesn't know what to think of it yet, she also lets it slip in front of Dina's ex-boyfriend who happens to be her friend too. I love that girl so much. She's such a lovable, silly oddball.

[hum-suffer]

Do religious places needs to be reclaimed? Definitely, yes. Is there a need for demolishing the existent structures? Well, no. My belief the controversial structures or places shouldn’t be used by any side for reverence and converted into a museum because ye Hindu extreme right is an idiot just like the Muslims who are going to start rioting around on this. Secondly, conversion into a museum would ensure that no side is allowed to worship or claim it as theirs.

Secondly, the present Hindu sense of architecture is not good. You can not revive back the ancient style and I am clearly not in favour of destruction of medieval era structures.

Ok and?

I'm not going to agree with your glorified fuck Hindus opinion. Jab originally destroy hue the mandir tab toh kisi ne nhi bola hoga ki bhaiya ji mandir mat todiye, please iski jagah school/hospital/museum banaiye? Tab agar kisi ne nahi bola toh ab mat bolo.

About reclaiming, yes, it is absolutely necessary. The place is of reverence and importance. Main jau aur destroy karu Mecca Madina ke masjid? Aur fir bolte hai hum ki yaar Shuchi ne toh tod diya but YOU don't riot, ab udhar ek museum banate hai, left diwaal pe Shivaji Maharaj ki paintings lagate hai aur right diwaal pe Aurangzeb ki.

Karein aisa hum, anon?

And also about the museum thing because i honestly cannot believe you'd be so uprightly righteous about something while doing injustice to someone else, agar zameen reclaim ho rahi hai toh fir saamne aur zameen di bhi jaa rahi hai to remake another religious structure. There is justice.

Your proposal tells me, as a devout Hindu, to fuck off with my believes kyuki it's been such a long time and really, aaj kal ka Mera designing bhi accha nahi chal rha.

Vaise toh the old styles of architecture of any religion cannot be revived. Chhod de Ayodhya mein jo masjid bann rha hai vo? Bolo?

Chhod de Aaj se, abhi se, koi bhi Church, Masjid, Gurudwara ya kuch bhi bana na?

Making of a temple or any religious structure for that matter, is not based on the architecture, you anonymously righteous person. It's about the religious VALUE of that place. If you can't understand that, you don't need to have opinions on this topic.

[litrly-justagirl]

Penthouse Dreams: Stepping into My White Couch Era

For years, I believed my dreams needed to be practical, grounded, and safe. But lately, I've been unlearning that. I'm embracing the idea that my dreams can be BIG, bold, and downright luxurious—and right now, that dream is living in a penthouse, fully immersed in my white couch era.

This isn't just about a high-rise or fancy decor. It's about reclaiming a piece of myself. For so long, I've lived in roles that didn't always feel like my own. As someone who's been in the caretaker role for most of my life --- eldest Nigerian gehls, stand up if you can relate! But this dream symbolizes freedom, independence, and joy. It's not about the material --- it's about the meaning. It's my space, my dream, on my terms.

Manifesting Freedom: How My Penthouse Would Feel

If I lived in my dream penthouse for a year, it would be pure alignment --- everything flowing because I dared to dream big and surrender to God. It would be a year of freedom, success, and joy.

I'd wake up every morning in awe of the beauty around me. The decorating process alone would be thrilling --- finding pieces that reflect my personality and designing each room with intention. Every corner would remind me that I chose to think bigger, to trust God's plan, & to fully embrace this new chapter.

Mornings with Sunbeams, Nights with City Lights

Mornings:

Picture this - the sun streams through floor-to-window ceiling windows, filling my space with golden light. I'd start the day with gratitude and Bible study, grounding myself in God's word. Then I'd indulge in a slow, intentional skincare routine --- taking my time to feel every step. Breakfast would be a work of art: perfectly plated and savored while jazz or the sounds of the city play softly in the background.

Evenings:

As the city lights twinkle, I'd wind down with 90s R&B or soothing jazz. My nighttime skincare routine would feel sacred --- massaging my face, breathing in the scent of my favorite luxurious candles, and speaking affirmations over my life. With a glass of wine in hand and my dog curled up beside me, I'd sink into my cozy couch, watching TV or journaling. It's the kind of peace you can't buy --- just pure gratitude for how far I've come.

Fighting Doubt in a Designer Robe

Dreaming this big doesn't always feel safe. Sometimes, limiting beliefs creep in: "can i really do this? is this wise? shouldn't i be investing in a house instead of renting?"

But every time they do, I remind myself: God didn't create me to think small. When those fears arise, I lean on HIS promises: "No good thing will He withhold from those who walk uprightly."

& when doubt still tries to linger? I walk around my dream space (yes, I talk to my house!) and thank God for allowing me to experience something so beautiful. Gratitude is my greatest defense against fear.

📌and that's the dream --- a year of unapologetic luxury and growth. but dreaming bug takes more than vision; it's about smashing doubts and stepping into your power. in part two, we'll tackle mindset ad making big dreams our reality💗

stay tuned!💋

[pugzman3]

Proverbs 15:21

“Folly is joy to him that is destitute of wisdom: but a man of understanding walketh uprightly.”

King James Version (KJV)

[gatekeeper-watchman]

Good Morning World Daily Devotionals for November 20, 2024

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 28:17-18 (KJV): 17 A man that doeth violence to the blood of any person shall flee to the pit; let no man stay him. 18 Whoso walketh uprightly shall be saved: but he that is perverse in his ways shall fall at once. Proverbs 28:17-18 (AMP): 17 If a man willfully sheds the blood of a person (and keeps the guilt of murder upon his conscience), he is fleeing to the pit (the grave) and hastening to his own destruction; let no man stop him! 18 He who walks uprightly shall be safe, but he who willfully goes in double and wrong ways shall fall in one of them.

Thought for the Day

Whoever sheds human blood is on his way to the pit (the grave and hell), for a man will reap what he sows. The Bible tells us that the penalty for murder is death; this verse tells us not to try to stop that process. However, even a murderer can be saved from hell if he accepts what the shed blood of Jesus did for him on the cross and confesses his sin.

Capital punishment is a difficult subject. Some believe that it is just to condemn murderers to death while others think the death penalty is too cruel a punishment for civilized society. Christians are also divided on the issue. Some support the Old Testament law of capital punishment, while others oppose it, basing their stand on the New Testament teaching of forgiveness. Does this mean that the Old Testament and New Testament are in opposition to each other? Since God does not contradict Himself, perhaps a deeper understanding of the Bible as a whole is needed in order to reconcile the truths, since each view contains a measure of truth. Throughout history, various governments have enforced the death penalty for certain crimes such as murder, but it was God Himself who inaugurated capital punishment, before any governments were established. "And surely your blood of your lives will I require; at the hand of every beast will I require it, and at the hand of man; at the hand of every man's brother will I require the life of man. Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed: for in the image of God made the man" (Genesis 9:5-6).

Why did God institute capital punishment? Why would a loving God who is supposed to love all of mankind issue these edicts? To answer this question, we must understand the overall purpose of God. God knew when He created man with a free will that not all people would follow and obey Him. However, He also knew that many would want to love and serve Him. In giving man free will, He also had to establish laws for people to live by. When we look at the Ten Commandments listed in Exodus 20:1-17, we can see that these laws were given for the good of mankind. One of these laws is in verse 13: "Thou shalt not kill." We may wonder if God said "do not kill," why He would then decree that a murderer should be put to death. The reason is that the Hebrew meaning of the word translated as "kill" actually means "murder" or "to slay someone in a violent manner unjustly." So, God is actually saying, "Thou shalt not murder."

God knew before creating all things, that man would sin and that He would need to establish laws to curb that sinful nature. Knowing that most people would not allow His reign in their lives, God instituted civil authorities to maintain order and restrain evil in our societies. Through Israel, God provided us with a set of laws that apply to both our spiritual and natural life. They apply to the spiritual by showing man that the wages of his sin are death and to the natural by providing merciful laws restricting his lust for vengeance. God's justice demands life for life; but because Christ gave His life in our place, the murderer's debt to justice is paid. God's mercy grants him forgiveness if he accepts Christ's sacrifice. God's pardon for sin, however, is not the same as man's pardon. Even if a murderer should truly repent and is forgiven by God, his country may still inflict the death penalty upon him as stated in Romans 13:1-5.

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, the sacrifice of Jesus shedding His blood on the cross so that mankind could be saved is beyond our understanding. It is awesome to think that even a murderer, who comes to You and repents of his sins, can find forgiveness and be made whole. Thank You for forgiving us and fill our hearts with love and forgiveness towards those that have hurt and abused us. May we extend mercy towards others, so that when we need mercy, we will have some in our storehouse. I ask this in the name of our merciful Lord, Jesus Christ. Amen.

11/19/2024 7:00:01 PM Jacksonville, Florida USA From: Steven P. Miller, @ParkermillerQ,   gatekeeperwatchman.org  TM, Founder and Administrator of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups. #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO. www.facebook.com/gatekeeperwatchnan www.facebook.com/ Instagram: steven_parker_miller_1956

[tawakkull]

SPIRITUALITY IN ISLAM: PART 17: WARA’ (ABSTINENCE)

Wara’ is defined as holding oneself back from unbecoming, unnecessary things; as strictly refraining from what is unlawful and forbidden; or abstaining from all doubtful things lest one should commit a forbidden act. The Islamic principle: Abandon what you doubt and prefer what you have no doubt about, and the Prophetic saying: What is lawful is evident and what is forbidden is also evident, explain the basis of wara’.

Some Sufis define wara’ as the conviction of the truth of Islamic tenets, being straightforward in one’s beliefs and acts, being steadfast in observing Islamic commandments, and being very careful in one’s relations with God Almighty. Others define it as not being heedless of God even for the period of the twinkling of an eye, and others as permanently closing them-selves to all that is not Him, as not lowering oneself before anyone except Him (for the fulfillment of one’s needs or other reasons), and as advancing until reaching God without getting stuck with one’s ego, carnal self and desires, and the world.

Always refrain from begging from people,

Beg only from your Lord Who is the All-Munificent.

Renounce the pomp and luxuries of the world

Which will certainly go as they have come.

We can also interpret wara’ as basing one’s life on engaging in what is necessary and useful, as acting in consciousness of the real nature of useless, fleeting, and transient things. This is stated in the Tradition: It is the beauty of a man’s being a good Muslim that he abandons what is of no use to him.

The writer of the Pandname, Farid al-Din al-Attar, explains this principle in a very beautiful way:

Wara’ gives rise to fear of God,

One without wara’ is subject to humiliation.

Whoever uprightly follows the way of wara’,

Whatever he does is for the sake of God.

One who desires love and friendship of God,

Without wara’, he is false in his claim of love.

Wara’ relates to both the inner and outer aspects of a believer’s life and conduct. A traveler on the path of wara’ must have reached the peaks of taqwa; his or her life must reflect a strict observance of the Shari'a’s commands and prohibitions; his or her actions must be for the sake of God; his or her heart and feelings must be purged of whatever is other than God; and he or she always must feel the company of the “Hidden Treasure.”

In other words, the traveler abandons those thoughts and conceptions that do not lead to Him, keeps aloof from those scenes that do not remind one of Him, does not listen to speeches that are not about Him, and is not occupied with that which does not please Him. Such degree of wara’ leads one directly and quickly to God Almighty, Who declared to Prophet Moses: Those who desire to get near to Me have not been able to find a way better than wara’ and zuhd (asceticism).

The abstinence known by humanity during the Age of Happiness was perfectly observed by the blessed generations following the Companions, and became an objective to reach for almost every believer. It was during this period that Bishr al-Khafi’s sister asked Ahmad ibn Hanbal:

O Imam, I usually spin (wool) on the roof of my house at night. At that time, some officials pass by with torches in their hands, and I happen to benefit, even unwillingly, from the light of their torches. Does this mean that I mix into my earnings something gained through a religiously unlawful way? The great Imam wept bitterly at this question and replied: Something doubtful even to such a minute degree must not find a way into the house of Bishr al-Khafi.

It was also during this period that people shed tears for the rest of their lives because they had cast a single glance at something forbidden, and people who vomited a piece of unlawful food that they had swallowed in ignorance wept for days. As related by ‘Abd Allah ibn Mubarak, a great traditionist and ascetic, a man traveled from Merv (Afghanistan) to Makka in order to return to its owner an item that he had put in his pocket by mistake. There were many who gave life-long service to those to whom they thought they owed something, such as Fudayl ibn ‘Iyad. Biographies of saints, such as Hilyat al-Awliya’ (The Necklace of Saints) by Abu Nu'aym al-Isfahani, and al-Tabaqat al-Kubra (The Greatest Compendium) by Imam al-Sharani, are full of the accounts of such heroes of abstinence.

[wiirocku]

Psalm 84:11 (NKJV) - For the LORD God is a sun and shield; The LORD will give grace and glory; No good thing will He withhold From those who walk uprightly.

[hiswordsarekisses]

“The heart is deceitful above all things, And desperately wicked; Who can know it?”Jeremiah‬ ‭17‬:‭9‬ ~ “My son, if you receive my words, And treasure my commands within you, So that you incline your ear to wisdom, And apply your heart to understanding; Yes, if you cry out for discernment, And lift up your voice for understanding, If you seek her as silver, And search for her as for hidden treasures; Then you will understand the fear of the Lord, And find the knowledge of God. For the Lord gives wisdom; From His mouth come knowledge and understanding; He stores up sound wisdom for the upright; He is a shield to those who walk uprightly; He guards the paths of justice, And preserves the way of His saints. Then you will understand righteousness and justice, Equity and every good path. When wisdom enters your heart, And knowledge is pleasant to your soul, Discretion will preserve you; Understanding will keep you,” Proverbs‬ ‭2‬:‭1‬-‭11‬ ~ “Blessed is the man Who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, Nor stands in the path of sinners, Nor sits in the seat of the scornful; But his delight is in the law of the Lord, And in His law he meditates day and night. He shall be like a tree Planted by the rivers of water, That brings forth its fruit in its season, Whose leaf also shall not wither; And whatever he does shall prosper.” Psalms‬ ‭1‬:‭1‬-‭3‬

[tom4jc]

Psalm 15:2 Correct Living

He who walks uprightly, and works righteousness, and speaks the truth in his heart; Psalm 15:2 Standards on how to do things are set everywhere one goes. Companies, organizations, towns and even nations have some standards on what a person can and cannot do in order to be a member of that group. Some have very detailed and strict lists of standards, while others have very loose and vague lists…

[sashi-ya]

𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆 ~ +18. Martial God! Byakuya x Great Calamity! Reader

✦ a rather dramatic smut scenario inspired in Heaven's Officer Blessing AU. In case you don't know about what it goes; it is a chinese BL novel turned to a donghwa. The novel tells the story of two lovers; a Martial God (which is essentially a prince that became a god with great skills) and a Great Calamity (a ghost/demon that holds an upper position, basically). two realms are discussed in this fic; the land of gods and ghost city. " tw: in this AU, gods and ghostshey are able to shapeshift, as well as change gender whenever they want, so, Reader will start being a woman but end up having his real form at the end: a man. Gender swapping for reader, if you aren't ok with your gender changing please proceed with caution. oral sex. bondage. a lot of angst. anal sex. "𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆" is one of Xie Lian's (the mc) most famous phrase. if you wish to read more about the spiritual meaning of such word, I found this awesome post that explains it perfectly. I'm not sure why I cried so much writing this, but yeah, enjoy :P ✦ wc: 2k

Across the lands, his temples showed proudly the image of his holly form. The dry branch on his left hand, and the one with sakura buds in his right hand, meant to the worshippers the transformation of the death to a higher self. It also meant how fast life could go from blooming to drying. Byakuya wasn’t a God of water, nor wind or earth… he was, the god of ephemeral life.

He was strong, and he was venerated. His long black hair, fell like a rain on his shoulders and back.

He walked the path of greatness, and never once he had been found guilty of impurity. There was one night, however… that the God’s body went to Abbys. And even if he went back to the skies, his heart rested lingering in paradise for eternity…

Walking through the lands of the living world, he crossed many bridges. One of them in which a soft caress encounters his face. The delicate touch of a passing woman, her eyes of different colours. She is beautiful. More than that; she looks like the embodiment of sin and lust.

He immediately grab his sword, the motion that looked like slowed time took the blade to her neck. “Who are you and how dare you touch me?” he asks, as always so irreverently and uprightly…

“Ah… sometimes even I forget that you are a Martial God” you whisper, moving so fast away from the edge of his relentless sword. Your hands play with his hair and his body exudes high spiritual power.

He takes distance from you. “I’m not gonna ask you again, who are you?” he demands to know. You shouldn’t mess with such a powerful God.

You smile, sadistically. You make him gasp; maybe because of amusement, maybe because he finds you incredibly beautiful. Something about your appearance turns his inside world upside down, and, the urge to break the path of cultivation to be finally dragged to hells.

“I’m someone you surely know too well from past lives, Byakuya~” you purr, acknowledging yours and his non-human nature. “You have become a wonderful God after your ascension… I must ask you, though… why have you been repressing your desires?”

He frowns -a lot more than usual-. Byakuya is confused, with himself mostly. He feels like you are being sincere, but, at the same time, he fears you are indeed way more stronger than you appear. And, in fact, that’s exactly what he learns by suddenly attacking you again.

Your swords cross in a strength and power competition. It doesn’t take you too much effort to make him back up almost instantly, and soon he is left panting, pinned against the floor with your serrated edge lingering over his neck.

“You are… a ghost. Aren’t you?” he huffs, looking at you with those piercing severe eyes he’s always had, even when lying in the floor a few seconds away to be defeated.

You smirk, carving the ground next to him with the tip of your sword. “A ghost?... Not just A ghost… I’m sure you know by now who I am, exactly” you giggle. How comes he isn’t able to remember who you are? Or even worse, recognize you are no other than one of the Great Calamities.

Byakuya’s lips separate, he finally understands. And with the snap of your fingers, he finally passes out because of your strong power. Byakuya is a Martial God, but not a creature as strong as you.

When his dark blue eyes finally open, he is lying on a big bed. The sheets are satin, and they are as pink as the buds of sakura flowers he holds in his hand.

“Wh- where am I?” he asks, shaking. Byakuya feels cold, as if has been dragged to hell.

“Where do you think you are, Byakun?” you ask, sitting in your big chair right in front of the bed. You are eating fruits, right from the hands of beautiful ghosts. Men, women, all of them wearing revealing clothes and their bodies garnished by golden beads.

He suddenly gains strength to stand up from bed, but even if he tries, ties of dark force restrain him to lay with arms and legs spread on the mattress. He widens his orbs. Never has he ever been in no control… or maybe he was, but- not during this life.

You stand up from your seat, waving your hand so that the servants leave you two alone. Walking like a snake towards him, you yet got to decide which body you wish to use this time.

Byakuya begins to struggle to be freed, with of course no luck.

“Stop fighting, you are gonna leave marks on those beautiful pale wrists if you keep pulling. You used to be so docile to me, Byakun… What happened to you? Has heaven changed you? You were always a dark prince to me”

A sudden click comes to him. The term you used to describe his older past has finally made him understand who you are. And why, you, openly admit knowing him. Before he ascended, you or your soul had inhabited a man he knew too well.

“(Name)?” he asks, swallowing. His eyes glimmer for a brief second; maybe he wanted to meet you so badly as you during this eternity.

“Good boy. You recognized me, and you didn’t even need to see me in my real form. Do I look good as a woman, Byakun? Do I look appealing to you? What happened to that woman who married the God? Did she die?” you inquire, with a tint of darkness in your tone. Almost as if you wished to hurt him.

He looks to the side, taking his eyes from you in great shame. A heavy burden stands on top of his shoulders. Byakuya left your world, he joined another. A rather more holly one. And not only he did that but also he married a woman. A pure, innocent woman.

Not a ghost.

Not a calamity.

Not an evil energy, like you.

“Are you ashamed, Byakuya? Do you feel guilty? Is that what taking your eyes from me means?” you ask, crawling in bed next to him. Your fingernails, long and sharp, and black and dangerously, graze his chin to make him look at you again.

But his eyes are teary. And yet, not a single drop of pity hits you. You were the one who had been abandoned, why is he then the one crying?

“Are you ashamed?!” you ask again, with a louder voice and clear pain in your words. “Tell me you are ashamed! You left me here, you left me alone in here” you protest, and carve your nails in his warm cheeks as you crawl on top of him.

You slap his face with no remorse. You simply needed it. Why isn’t he saying something?

Releasing one of his hands from the spiritual handcuffs you take his hand to your breast. “Feel me. See? You like this? you like women more than men?” you ask, on the verge of tears. You force his hand to squeeze your chest, seeing his cheeks grow blush and his breathing haste.

In between hate and desire, you bend over. Your long hair tickles his temples, like the violent caress of a thousand ivy. Your lips, who linger so dangerously near his, are blessed by his warm breathe and the accelerated air scaping his lungs.

You look at him with your head tilted. Memories and hatred uniting in one, the urge and revenge playing thug of war inside you until both combine as if they wanted to use the rope around his neck.

Your lips crash against his. Your teeth bite and pull from them, extracting even some drops of sweet God’s blood that burn your tongue. But you don’t care and keep going, and as you, he does too.

Passionate, out of breath kisses make him hard. And that makes you mad. So mad.

“Your hardness is only an insult to me. You really prefer women over men, don’t you?” you cry out, once again grabbing his face from his cheeks. Byakuya’s eyes are blurry, he is scared. So scared, but still pleads for your mouth to go back to his.

But you won’t give him that, instead, you will make him pay for the disrespect. Crawling off his lap, you snap your fingers and in a blink of an eye mirrors suddenly surround that bed.

From every corner he can see you. He can see himself so pathetically tied to a bed of a Calamity, while being the great noble Martial God he is. A prince so impure like Naraka itself.

“Look at yourself, look at me from every corner” you order, ripping his clothes off. The pure white coverings, the pink details and golden, and everything so extravagant falls like crumbles of dignity on the floor.

Just as you remember… Pale body, the indentations, and accidents of such perfect anatomy. The marks that once you left there, had been erased with the time. Even the kisses you thought were to remain eternally planted in his skin. There is nothing but dried branches of those now. His spiritual pressure lowers, or maybe yours grows bigger and bigger. It’s asphyxiating to him, is heavy on his chest.

“There is nothing left of me on this flesh” you mourn, looking at him with eyes injected in blood and tears that fall down your corners. “But you were mine, you were only mine”

Byakuya’s lips tremble, his long lashes show wetness from his crying. He only wants you, no matter the form you hold now. A woman, a man, a beast. Come back, kiss his skin, feed off his taste and feed him with yours. Get drunk on his scent, let him ascend with yours.

“I’m still yours…” he dares to murmur in between sobs.

You, who have turned your back to him, take a look from the side. You don’t want to fall back into those lies. Because he told them once, and now he told them twice. But even ghosts, with hearts that don’t beat, also feel the pain of missing a love.

“I’m still yours… I haven’t touched anyone, never again since I left. I didn’t touch her, either” he dares to spit, making your limbs go almost limp. And you know it’s not true. Or is it?

You turn around, walking back in between his legs. Like a crawling creature you go up, kissing from the bridge of his foot up his limbs. The inside of his thighs, that are so tender, invite you to bite. And you do, making him moan in pain and in pleasure as well.

His hardness growing more and more, dripping, throbbing. Your tongue going up from his perineum to his gland. It tastes as delicious as before, and perhaps even more. Now that he is sacred, now that he is holly.

He squirms to your oral torture, his eyes go white, his head back. It’s like a work of art, to see the muscles of his back tensing in the mirrors around. His chest going up and down, rapidly, trying to make some oxygen go inside his lungs but never once reaching enough.

You search for his look, but he can’t even see. Byakuya’s open lips, pouting. His moans show, how much, how many years, he has restrained himself from sin.

But it’s definitely the words that come as the first flowers of spring what break you in half, in thirds and in million pieces…“I love you so much. I have waited for you every day and every night. I missed you so much, I missed… I missed you so much, (Name). A life of eternity in hell wouldn’t have been enough to pay for leaving you behind…”

You snap your fingers again. His hands are freed and reach for yours with delicate intertwined fingers that grip tightly. He invites you to go on top of you. Your body takes the real form, his does too.

White aura surrounding him. Red surrounding yours. His legs on each side of your body, you burying on him, deep, deep inside. Your mouths interlocked, your tongues dancing with each other. Chests one against the other, sweating bodies sharing the intimacy connection of love and lust.

“Come back, come back as many times as you want…”

[petaltexturedskies]

Come with me

into the field of sunflowers.

Their faces are burnished disks,

their dry spines

creak like ship masts,

their green leaves,

so heavy and many,

fill all day with the sticky

sugars of the sun.

Come with me

to visit the sunflowers,

they are shy

but want to be friends;

they have wonderful stories

of when they were young -

the important weather,

the wandering crows.

Don't be afraid

to ask them questions!

Their bright faces,

which follow the sun,

will listen, and all

those rows of seeds -

each one a new life!

hope for a deeper acquaintance;

each of them, though it stands

in a crowd of many,

like a separate universe,

is lonely, the long work

of turning their lives

into a celebration

is not easy. Come

and let us talk with those modest faces,

the simple garments of leaves,

the coarse roots in the earth

so uprightly burning.

Mary Oliver, the sunflowers