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Third eye It seems my whole life is a puzzle
And I am forever arranging pieces
From zionistic logistics tracking tasks
Sorting out the facts plucking order
From the chaos of my churning mind
Christian Dyslexic spirit whisperer
A juxtaposition in terms yet I am loved
Held Against what I am. And hated just as much,
Held against what they're not. I've already won
I've come through and will again so will all my
Spirit friends. Use my mind to pull out my memories
Mix them up to give me someone else's.
Caught so many times with invisible conversators
And silent total recall. Lost in thought overcome with emotion. encrypted signs
The old long gone have the art down well,
they bring me picture books of colour and lyrical song.
Maths however, I just cant do and frankly i dont care.
Maths is not a formula for life. Patterns and spontaneity.
Just believe totality it is how it is and how it is posed to be
Ancients of old say don't fight it, fight the maths and sciences
Who can not formulate life with an explaination. I can't figure finite maths but I can figure finite places. Why is it so hard to read the pages and so easy to read the spaces?
If life were simple we would be bored by it and ask by agreement when given flesh for form not to know the reasons. Do I say? do I abstain? Even in the dark I am surrounded by light. Everywhere I go surrounded by some spiritual haze my meaning thier messages confound me all the time. Exhausted eternally ever awake. Hearing conversations I have no idea whose are they speaking to me or speaking to you? Never alone. Never alone.
Puzzle letters , Puzzle words, puzzle pictures, puzzle ideas, puzzle beliefs, I sit here day after day looking at my piece wondering where it fits in all three shapes
Each a different substance holy father am I a meta Christian? For I love every story about yourself ever told. I can't forsake you in any dogma because your enigma is my sacred ground and your whispers blankets of warmth to my soul. The Comfort in not seeing like the blind thank-you for the crack in my mind and the third eye that makes up for the other two blind.
Hmm.
Interesting. Besides being an extremely well-written and catchy poem, interesting.
Spiritual haze... thats a term I've used before myself. Sometimes, many ways seem right and not enough answers are shown to be false. An overwhelming, twisted trail of intuition and logic. I think the early Church was... well, more spiritual than most churches today. And its in style now to adopt a naturalistic perspective that does not allow for the supernatural. And I guess that makes both you and I crazy? ;)
Cheers,
Adam_San
Yeah crazy faithful
While losing our religion !? Lol gonna write a poem with the title. Keeping the faith while losing my religion, i re interpret the bible i think man was a little too conservative... Supernatural is a world i live in though spiritual is more familiar. There IS things out there the best trick is trying to prove god doesnt exist, smarter than us... Yes because its either god aint doing anything for you, or your too unworthy and he dont want you. And well i dont know any one who lent a part of them selfs and didnt want it back. Christianity is too deep too rich to understand in one lifetime with oit the care and balanced study of it and everyother spiritual reference in context. Whats different about those who claim no spirituality? They are connected to god through the cycle of life. The push for that first burst of life from a dead seed... Scientific fact that life force exists. Peace to you my friend hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."