Vessel

I am a vessel of the universe, My fingers glide heavenly while the Gods are creating verse after verse, My soul and mind shall live on way after my body is rotten in a hearse, The gift of the Gods always a blessing and never a curse. Letter after letter my being gets lighter and lighter, The war is just beginning and I dedicate myself as a spiritual fighter, With pen as my spear and paper as my shield I kill swiftly like a sniper, Following the path laid out by my forefathers and their ancestors. A warrior fighting under both moon and sun, My mind and spirit enjoy the ride in the form of human, Waiting patiently as I observe and learn, The secrets of the universe that are passed down from the heavens to man. COPYRIGHT. freeflow 2016