Spiritual Love
Sometimes the meaning of words is incomprehensible, like love
I have no idea what it means exactly, but dreams took me under the ocean
Goodbye love, goodbye Love, stop all the longing, human love of love
I am just looking for the real, the realistic love, there are only dead loves
But I feel a perfect love. I wanted that. Secret, given by a satan, loves Satan
A loved Master in spiritual life, in my soul and intellect life; walk on this life
‘You don’t need love.’ Master said.
I need it, but not the humanistic one.
‘That’s right. Exists this high love.
Just not in the Earth.’ Said Satan.
Take me there, oh my Grand Master!
‘The dimension gate open for you,
Your death will be the ticket there,
a one-way ticket.’ Said, dear Satan.
‘The rest of your human life is important.
Remember, now you are my student,
I am preparing you for your new life,
and new planet, there are your kinds.’
Satan promised.
I don’t need the love from my heart,
I want the only love from the mind.
‘This the highway of the spiritualism,
perfection without death.’ Satan said.
I love you, Master!
I prepare myself
That world
Waiting
You
Said
Master
What's the hierarchy here?
The Heavens which have no fear.
Who's the matrix of eternity and space?
The One who took up its place.
Where do I fit in this Godly race?
In its exaltation, as I chase.
Is it a sure thing for me?
Yes, as I continue unceasingly.
What’s the cost for me to return to the core?
Obedience, repentance, and winning the war.
Have we already won, yes, but it's not over yet.
We must make it all happen!
God is depending on us,
Let’s do as we promised.
I reason, as God reasons with me.
He tells me where I will one day be.
I am willing, and I am free.
He will always make a way for me.
To comfort, save, and redeem.
Let us all do our part, in the Savior's regime.
I have a mission, as do we all.
I will see mine through, will you?
Yes, we all belong!
Let’s fight with the Spirit, in love and truth!
Having me a real hard time—freedom
out here where a stoned god
don’t speak my language
defiles the immaculate,
and I am going mad
in search of great enterprise.
In search of great enterprise,
I seek freedom
from the mad—
a stoned god
static in a sky, immaculate.
I listen for cosmic language.
I listen for cosmic language—
a holy enterprise.
Starless are the heavens, immaculate
in their freedom
from a stoned god
gone mad.
Gone mad,
I lose language—
blame god
and his ego enterprise.
In his grasp, there is no freedom.
In me, I seek the immaculate.
In me, I seek the immaculate.
I embrace the mad—
my mad is freedom.
Language
is an enterprise.
I am my own god.
I am my own god—
immaculate.
I am an enterprise.
Name me mad.
Speak my language.
I am freedom.
Freedom, out here where a stoned god
don’t speak my language defiles the immaculate.
Name me mad, for I am my own enterprise.
SPIRITUALISM
I am planting my spirit to challenge the Spiritualism
Let's face our tougest questions to find Harmonism
Life is a long journey to the the next Perfectionism
How should we communicate to each other of Professionalism
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando December 9, 2016
What do you believe and why do you believe it?
Our world has shaped who we are physically and spiritually.
We are different colors, speak different languages and have different gods based on where we were born. The accident of birth, location and topography determined who we are.
Our differences caused us to war.
Humanity’s social evolution is what we must see, the frictions of difference slowly beginning to fade. Humans being human to each other is how we must go. Humanism beginning to grow. Differences in beliefs can be poison to our cause. My religion is better than your religion is juvenile at best. Wars and mass murders is what we receive when this is how we perceive.
Spirituality is important to the human soul, it nourishes our existence keeps us balanced in so many ways. Would the Great Maker be displeased if our philosophy was to live a spiritual life connected to Gaia respecting who we are and each other; living the golden rule in harmony. Somehow I think not.
What overarching purpose
Can bolster effective sales volume
Signaling the rise
of Reified and refined portent vibes
On our maps of locomotion
We strive incessantly for meaning
The moment tongue strikes palette
We search for expression to enliven the soul
Playing match maker with a bed of stars
Reaching the highest ambition to climb
Can there be a fusion-
From shrewd calculation to powerful beliefs
The belief in the soul
And life caressed by pressing tones
Strikes the delight of the market
And the passion walkways of crystal night
When mundane exhibits sputter and fail
Will the rise of meaning
Set the tone for money unveiled
Streaming out of scripted dance
Of religious symbol and capital chance
The notion of life after death is ludricous...
they are dead,
and can't communicate;
whoever believes they can is superstitious.
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