My Soul's Journey

A Spiritual Narrative Love Is to be, or not to be, you see The soul’s choice to be , is made freely Love , the source, of course, of which souls partake To be love, from above You were created to be, not, not to be Your being is precious, of one piece, will not cease Please run in this race, keeping the pace There is one in all, therein is gall Best of all, there is no fall One not mature, Oh dear, hath fear Maturity excluded, love is eluded Ah, but Love’s grace intervene, and I shall wean From mother’s milk, to father’s meat, Meanwhile, Love’s grace, shall take the heat With my serpent mind beat, I shall retreat Into whence I came, I’ll return again Back into my sacred heart, is from where I start To re connect, above, with love And with my mind seeing, my being The soul, I have made my goal My soul recognizes it’s home, no more need to roam For the mind illusion, was only outer intrusion, Of a mind of fleshly strife, trying to create a life Twas only a dilemma, of the mind, in structured time In the temporal line, an immortal Out of it’s portal, become mortal Without it's connection, of love’s direction But upon careful inspection, in love’s direction The narrow way, comes into play Though few there be that find, for eye of the mind, Is so very blind, a need of love to be re-align To a sign, of truth, the mind aloof, will always goof A soul that has found it’s heart, has found it’s start So very smart, Love’s booth is it’s cart Once found from, will never again depart For I am love, as a dove, spewed within from above The dove above, is my Father Love, And I am being of plenty, for I am Love’s entity!!! johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com