Youth
Youth, concept of the aging vessel,
that is rooted in fear; what is fear?
Fear is the decaying root of doubt;
dig it up, burn it and soul-winds will
blow it away from your life.
Etheric energies ride winds of wisdom;
no tack is needed for this steed;
soul travels for free.
The journey’s, unlimited;
no flat tires or crashes can halt the progress.
We doubt mortality and in doing so, hit walls;
knocking them down;
how do we miss the revelations?
into which we slide?
Doubt, fear are blinding.
We have three eyes; one eternal, two mortal;
only open eyes can spot the obstructions;
no eyes were ever opened by fear and doubt.
The visionary knows this.
Eternal are the miracles;
abundant diamonds of our soul-mine.
When we dig, with courage and faith,
we find eternal youth.
Our fountain overflows and quenches all thirst.
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