Acme

Zenith of perfection is the aim of my existence. My pilgrimage towards this, I know, is my persistence. I align my senses like a predator towards prey. My physique and psyche are synthesised in every way. The social fibre in me, like thread in linen, is knit. Doesn't the quiver of optimism endlessly transmit? I dig the mines of cores of self-searching for the truth. Thoughts, words, and actions are in unfeigned perpetual youth. The fulfilment of feelings flows towards fullness of life. Between uprightness and vileness, there is a constant strife. Virtues, like treasures of vast oceans, are hidden within Could stains of sin, before relentless goodness ever win? Divinity, like vast skies, endlessly gets expanded. Fullness of spirit within innermost shrines is implanted. Values are revalued. Sensual pleasures are channelled. Hindrances towards integral liberation are annulled. All that the almighty meant for humans to be is won. Eternally, in everything, the divine will is done.