The Source
Man was made of clay
and the breath of God
our very essence day by
day
with every breath
every word
we renew our spirit
with every word we send
a bit of our breath at the
end
our words are spirits
because our spirit is
made up of breath.
Breathing in and out
tapping into the soul of
the universe.
With its endless flow
connected to everything
everything we can do
every desire of the heart
every thought of the
mind.
Its connected to the soul
of the universe.
We are at one with every
living creature
every living creature is at
one with the
elements.
The elements is at one
with the soul of the
universe.
Which was made by the
Creator.
Without connection with
the universe we are
nothing but empty
vessels.
without the breath of life
our essence seem
to disappear.
From the source we live.
Without the connection
we cease to exist.
That's why we can't do
without air
cos our lungs are the
vessel that enables the
connection
the connection to be one.
One with everything.
Copyright © Frederick Lokko | Year Posted 2012
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