Something stirring
A cautious hover
Over a breaking smile
gratitude spills
tumbling over the reverently held ether
life lives here, moistened with
Blood, sweat, Tears and rain
Every fall a rise
Like the breath of providence
A dip left
A twist right
the rhythm of life inspires dance,
Poetry, art, music and song
Like air slipping over chords
Sacred Verbage
Vibration
Your hands are never empty
There is no void,
There is only the appearance of nothing
Which by the mere thought is even something
So grab on tight!
Even when it seems there is no thing
it really is something, isn't it?
Oh what we see, be and do when nothing is impossible!
I believe! I Believe! Lord, help my unbelief
I believe, I believe, my constant motif
I believe but don't grow
And my faith doesn't show
Because I can't be bothered to “do”
I know faith is given, not earned
Yet here I sit unconcerned
I'm given to resting
When I should be testing
To see that my faith is real
“You shall know them by their fruits”
But seeds planted on stones don't have roots
My apathy grows
So nobody knows
That I don't follow what I believe
The path down below is a slope
So gradual and smooth that you hope
It stays just the same
Like a current so tame
But leads to a waterfall
I'm not living, or learning
I'm sitting and burning
Lord I want to live
But not if I give
My time or my life
My comfort for strife
Is there an easier way?
You said believe and I shall be clean
Believe, and come home again
But how can I start
If only my heart
Wasn't an armchair theologian
They say. “you’ve got nothing to give, if you give yourself nothing”
That’s the point of it.
There’s really nothing.
We are neither here, nor there.
There’s really no one.
We’re all just electrical expressions of life
Moving in time space
Breathing in air
Buckets of water
Cataclysms of emotion
Which is why I still care
Why I still want to show you…
every peace of me
I still want to give myself to you…
effortlessly
I still want to know you
with every moment that I breathe
You are who I am to be
You are who I choose
You are the one, the only one
You, my divinity, are the truth in me
From the coals of sacred texts, brought fouth from ancient whispers of a circle of unbroken time, dipping and acendinding its change state, as the one constant in unending continuity. Therein lies a simple truth, corrupted with gentle persuasion.
The state of being, the being of state and status of beings.
There are three main laws for us to purview and avail here and now, or in past and future possibility. There is one rule that seperates, yet, reconsiles and is master of all truth; ugly or beautiful it renders life in death, death into life and life into death.
to live evil live to - live.d.evil
to Evo L ovE to
The cycle that never alters its identity making Its mood known in all forms and states; the All as in the We collective; and as the I; AGAPI, the known mystery of presiding over both and the first of the third.
Go.d and evil.
Live with the hidden truth in plain sight. Felt with intense realness, hidden in semantics of languages long lost and forgotten, but none is needed to unless seeking to corrupt the incorruptible what is known and fails in explanation.
For this very reason, the logic of AGAPI (love) in all its moods, colours, ugliness and beauty fail to be described. And still, the poets' pride tries in vain to capture the whole. Ever so often though, glimpses resonate and we can see a temporal portal with the promise of the indescribable known.
Blessingss
The streets are clean
But only by the street sweeper
Our hearts are open
But only for the surgeon
Our minds are sponges
But only for social media
Our passions are set for justice
But only for the social warriors
9 rules of temperament
Goodness
Kindness
Gentleness
Patience
Self -control
Faithfulness
Peace
Love
Joy
10 perfect laws tempered with mercy
Is all we need
To create a world really worth living in.
I wish you could see it with me instead of against me.
We are the same but our eyes see differenly.
I love you.
If I'm the one who's chosen/ why isn't my path golden, haven't talked to god i a minute/ maybe that's why I' suspended/ maybe that's why they're offended
My fater gave me this rage/ turned me into a spirit who doesn't need sage to hide from the flames/ now I'm in reality questioning mentality/ mixed feelings like I'm a disorder/ product of society such a disorder/ I was declared prophet but i see no profit/ all my knwledge has me hostage/ memories have me trapped but it's mapped, I collaged it
DISCOVERING THE HOLY SPIRIT IN ME
Oh, what a revelation!
Jesus’ gifts are not from this earth.
They are an
uncontrollable quintessence
that radiates into my soul.
God’s love dresses my mind
with golden skyscrapers
that pierce His heavens.
There is no need to own things in His home.
I look deeper into His treasures
and see what I need.
Spiritual waters—the Holy Spirit—take me to Him.
Gold has no value in heaven,
nor do diamonds.
They are just trinkets that sparkle.
Joy,
Glory,
Grace,
and His presence are what’s there.
My mind cannot confirm this,
only my Faith accepts what’s there.
There is no need for words.
There is no need for thoughts.
Translucent,
luminous,
and spiritual gifts are there,
and I have just arrived.
PSALM 63:4*
To praise You as long as I live
is my unfolding path of eternal love.
To do something forever
shows loyalty, faithfulness, character,
patience, endurance, respect, truth,
and todah**—the lifting of hands—
gives praise and worship to Jesus.
He is worthy.
Everything I offer Him
is nothing in comparison
to what He does for me.
He hears if I praise Him.
He sees if I worship Him.
Praying and worshipping are my true gifts to Him.
Do I bring Him into my life?
Will I pass His test?
Will I sanctify Him forever?
Will I be at His side?
Will I pray?
Will todah be part of my life?
There are Divine gifts,
rewards, and miracles
that only God can give.
Do I notice these gifts when they occur,
or is it my doings that make them happen?
Is God’s existence self-begot or not?
Is death ending or not?
Jesus is here for many reasons.
How do I honor Him?
*I will praise You as long as I live
and in Your name I will lift up my hands.
**Hebrew for an extension of the hand.
A choir of worshippers.
I once said "love does not exist"
I was wrong and doubtful of what
we are,
We can love, because we are love,
out of love we were created by him
who loves us the most
Each one of us struggles every day,
it is hard not to be hateful of everything,
to single out particular things for our problems,
But we can choose to think differently,
we can choose to believe in meaning,
to treat others like actual human beings
Without love there is no meaning,
because love is meaning,
hate is the destruction of that meaning
Without him, we are just empty shells,
just nihillists, going through the motions
with no real understanding for why we
should even be alive.
Look around you, do you not feel the hate?
do you not feel the suffering? These impressions
on our consciousness, can we not change this?
Why should we give in so easily? why not resist
this evil and show strength?
Without him, there is no evil, there is no good,
no spiritual bases for why things happen the
way they happen, it all seems so absurd.
It is easy to give in to egoism, moral relativism, etc
because you feel like nothing matters anyways,
so why not just live life as you choose?
"Do what thou will shall be the whole of the law"
When you take your head out of the sand
and stop ignoring the negative force, you can actually see how it has
taken control of your very life, how the devil has gained a strong foot hold
All because of doubt, and the lack of will do what is necessary,
so much easier it is to give in to the parasitic influence of the world,
He becomes your god,
you just don't realize it until its too late.
All that doubt sucks at your being like a leech,
you feel dead inside,
you feel hopeless, in the darkest hole of dispair,
all because you think it doesn't matter
The evil is there, so acknowledge it and exorcise it from yourself,
pray to christ to expel the parasite from your system,
cleanse the negative energy,
fill your heart with love and always keep on your guard for hate
Or otherwise continue to be a slave to him who controls the world,
only the son of man can help you transcend this material mockery;
he is your key and your door, surrender yourself and stop trying to find
another way, because there is no other way but through him.
He is "the way though truth and the light"