Freedom In The Movement

Most would say they have the answers, yet to what questions if you are a non-believer          
Your Chi, your inner temple is at the mercy of rubbing the Buddha’s abdomen to manifest a dream weaver          
Attuned intellects will gravitate through the realm of space, Father Time          
Pedestals we give ourselves of our own kind            
Yet, we bleed from veins to sustain breath as life and death entwines            
Eyes closed, souls elevated          
Past the pages of the Book of Revelations          
You are in Genesis the beginning of mankind          
Exodus mars the strips of the body as we take communion in the blood of Yeshua’s bloodline          
St. Matthew the resurrection of the soul          
The New Testament tainted by the hatred of the real melanin Jews by Christianity, scholars unconsoled                      
That gray area is a whole new sphere, just as a second in time is too long          
The tick tock of the naked soul, is where the virginal spirit roams          
It appears as earth, where you have a Heaven and Hell          
Souls battling for superiority, the biblical scrolls will never tell          
The Masterful Sinners are the ones you must watch, the taste of your innocence they already have on lock          
No rainbow colors to ever foretell the afterlife          
Heaven is the third rite of passage when the gray area you surpass from flesh to soul, it survives your being without strife          
Ascending to those Pearly Gates, oh what a beautiful sight            
                  
I tell you no lies, an inebriated mouth is the Trinity which harbors the master key to Infinity          
Unrefined, and the chance to be the testimony of our Creator’s designs          
No one really knows the truth, I am only being precarious          
A soul that has glimpsed into that hushed gray area          
The nine circles of Hell it does not exist          
If the ideal gives enlightenment to your intellect, then that fable is what shall be, to give you peace if your mind persists      
      
I really could care less about amulets, spooks, spells, tarot cards, hexes, curses or when the heart and mind double deals    
My oath as I walk upright in obscurity within my Divinity existence is to always heal      
Not sloth of egotism when simplicity of knowledge does not illuminate the garment of its zeal          
Bringing it back down to earth          
If you cannot give me my wings any faster, then your opinions are of no worth          
With mercy I am here after the rebirth          
Twice they echo of life and death beyond the ecclesiastical of ashes-to-ashes dirt to dirt          
When you see a presence fall don’t laugh, learn      
It is in the necessity of prudence to keep a foot out of the grave or earthly remains resting in an Urn      
      
You are on your way up into the creation’s flight      
When at the mercy of at someone’s plight      
White or black, rich or poor the winter will comfort contempt in the coldness of night      
Opening the gateway for one’s own self-demise      
To laugh and not learn is to make mockery and not understand, is to make the same mistake yourself before the calling of sunrise      
The power of wisdom is found in a stable learning mind      
Not improvised mouths of lesser fate, who professes instability in the moment of time      
Bathing in the need of life' lost spark      
Lost voices stirring trying to find the cause of self in the dark    
Still trying to give a pulsating doctrine to a misplaced heart    
 
There is so much worry these days about Artificial Intelligence, so many wars, separatism by the color of faces  
Immigration overtaking yet silent marches in robes calling to be the master religion, superior races  
No one here is by chance alone
The womb of a mother from the cradle is to give her generation purpose to sit upon their own throne
What happen on our road to our discovery when we slaughter each other, practice hatred, all day long
I will say instill love in your heart
Listen with compassion even in the element of divine dark
It is disheartening when you see how the final hours of anyone lifespan grace upon the face
You look around at a person's gold plaques, know of their accomplishments, yet only the naked soul secures a Heavenly place
The Kingdon of the heart is embedded within self  
Therefore, prepare the temple in good health, the mind in spiritual elevation, before the finality of death
 
Walk in faith, always
  

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