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I do not know?
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While I observed
a single drop of rain.
From among the multitude
that pelted my window pane.
So simple were my thoughts,
yet complex in a way.
God had specifically chosen,
this drop to fall today!
My attention being directed,
by God, I must say.
To this particular drop of rain,
that danced as if at play.
As I was soon to discover,
the story it had to tell.
Would be entirely different
from other drops that fell.
As it ran down the glass
it picked up speed.
I thought, in jest, what fool but I,
would pay a raindrop heed?
I knew by then,
this was not mere happenstance.
As a beautiful butterfly appeared,
I took a second glance.
In my selfishness I had seen,
a window washing chore.
But for God's, tiny creature,
this raindrop meant much more.
As the butterfly,
sat tasting heavens brew.
I thought, perhaps God, was telling me,
I needed more to do.
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May I share from inside,
My vision of truth that will not hid,
From my inside?
To help you along the way,
To end strife’s play,
For strife’s play will pay,
In the usual way!
My Love say, to my love
Hey!
You are the generation,
Who will have truth’s information,
So show patience,
This is not a time for normal vacation,
My beautiful fish,
Will do my wish!
I saw you swimming,
I was not dreaming,
In the narrow channel,
Without your mantle,
In the truth you swim,
Looking for your gem
You will not be left on a limb,
This is truth’s vision,
Of a godly decision,
The vison as I have said,
From my heart into my head,
As I laid upon my bed,
My beautiful fish,
Of my wish,
Have opened the fallopian,
Of heaven door,
I am' is ready to explore,
Love’s faith' is what he’s looking for,
Inside your sacred heart,
Wherein is his sacred cart,
It is where love starts,
Pay close attention,
For it is from inside, I’ll mention,
Those things particular, that require your attention!
The teacher of love,
Is sent to you from above!
He will teach you the truth,
From his own booth,
That you also have love’s booth,
So that you may receive love’s truth,
From your own booth,
Of love’s truth,
For when love is one,
Unity' is much fun,
For life has won!
The right to be,
Continually!
My mouth, having said,
Of love I’ve shed,
The knowledge received in my head,
From inside my heart’s stead,
While my natural head,
Lay upon it’s natural bed,
Remember,
The truth is free,
For the free to be,
Even for twiddle,
If he would stop the diddle,
With twiddle!
So don’t diddle with twiddle,
Your mind, your fiddle,
Fine tune the goon,
From your’s love’s womb,
And very soon,
Life’s goon,
Will become a prince,
From hence,
Love' will dispense!
For mind over earth’s matter,
Will only scatter,
Love' the heart’s matter,
As it adapts to earth’s scattered matter!
But let the purity of light,
Be love’s high flying kite,
In earth as well as in heaven,
For it is heaven’s leaven!!
4-25-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
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To all those who feel they cannot withstand an additional period in the storm's chaos, please don't lose hope or give up the fight. Our whole lives are a testimony to the strength we have inside. Our resilience increases with each stab of the knife, and it's the very thing that keeps us alive. This is not the first occasion you felt you could not survive another night; now those moments are just memories; we keep alive. You could not recall every detail correctly, no matter how hard you try. Frequently, experiences fade as the days go by. Don't give more power to the forces outside; instead, give the fire back to the child that lives inside. You are special; your light illuminates everything. Never pick between your mind and body; if you treat them right and sync them with your soul, the three become one, filling the hole. Then 'complete' becomes the new norm. Never silence your voice, we all should feel heard. Follow your intuition, not the herd. The way to your higher self is through the purest, truest parts of you. Giving some attention to the inner you, in alternative words, the realest version, is the very essence of the soul. Diverse, often overlooked and underappreciated rarity that works as a telephone, a connection to the spiritual world all around us. Be yourself without worrying about others' ridicule or judgment. There is but one opinion that matters, and it's not theirs. The one who sits in the chair but chooses not to pay attention, learns nor attempts to understand, loses again and again. Nothing is ever simple. If it was, you wouldn't be giving your potential the respect it deserves. Expecting what is out of your control is an empty road heading straight for a generation of disappointments. After all, the particular one you can adjust, or do the work, is you. Only speak what you know. If you're in the academy–keep your head in the books. Consider both benefits and negative consequences, whether you utter a sentence or respond in vain, unless you have an intention to meet with the devil and/or achieve being censored by noon. This may confuse you; do I judge or is freedom and individuals doing what individually feels right, the way I live my life? Take a deep breath while closing your eyes, drown out any noise invading your psyche, and pause for a moment. This space is your sanctuary. Free the tension from your shoulder. You are safe here. I promise. Exhale, allowing the weight to vanish. Allow your muscles a moment to recuperate. The ache you feel is a way of communicating. They're tired and need a break. Look around you, you made it.; I'm so proud of you, soak in the fresh new light of day. I hope you acknowledge the power of your mind. Hold on to the sense of inner strength. You are the religion, two sides of a coin, we are one.
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