THE HOUSE IN WHICH WE DWELL 6-5-05

The House in which we dwell, so well
As visitors passing through, you see
It is souls, precious gift from God
Given to us so freely without penalty
From God, the Creator of this spark
Gives room on board for souls who seek to come aboard,
And sought out their heavy load,
While gaining experiences

The Creator of these sparks
Builds mansion with spiritual bare hands
It fitted them well with all the fine necessities
Glamour and all its precious amenities
The brain and the five senses as the main frame,
To explain all abstract Nouns
Of Wisdom and Great Philosophies
With hands and feet to move about
And with eyes then ears and mouth,
And all other body parts to lend a great support
With senses to co-ordinate through wisdom
With knowledge, we expedite growth
We move about
While gaining experiences

And through the years as marines we sail
The Earth and soar throughout its vast
Uncharted Universe-
While some of us walk about like Penguins
Plop, plop; plopping on thin granite rocks
Others soar; glide and float about as eagles
Flying on thin air, gathering experiences

We tell tales of long ago
Through History we have left behind
This links us to our every day-
While we work, sleep, eat; have fun or play
With drubs of dreams, we create philosophies
Spins webs of Religions coupled with human discussions,
We plot and make our way
Improving minds and making new concessions


There is only one aim in life and that we try to define
But few will find the true reality and sail the cosmic sea of time,
Breaking the barriers and go behind
Where mortal man will never trod nor touch
For nothing in this vast universe
Can ever match with worth
The joys and visions there,
Where we, souls have been before
Crossing borders often times so willing,
Sometimes unknown

It is an understanding mortal man
Brain will never understand
What is in its scheme of things!
In scope, they shall see with five senses
In wisdom gained are only with there minds;
Hands and feet to mull and prod about endlessly
Cycles upon cycles, they keep transforming back again.
Beginning at the beginning not knowing-
They are re-starting something they know ever so long ago.

The chosen few will understand the quick pace in which they are flowing
Hastening through the span of time
To reach their destination and to earn the gift they left so long ago,
To embark upon their human journey
We are all family traveling in groups
Learning much to our amazement from the discontented one
Whom we seldom understand

How do we case the span of time?
Chasing philosophies endless atrocities
Religion and religious rights keep on unfolding
Conforming themselves to earthly ideas burning
Deep down in the heart of men consuming
Brimstone and fire not knowing that what they speak of,
Are our past actions unfolding sweet memories that were controlling!

What manner of man is this? They come calling...
Just because they found a gifted one who was willing
To trust the daring blazing fire wrapped up in His bones
What hard time endure just to be honest deep inside
And let this world know what he's enduring-
He took few others of his gifted friends
Men and women whom drifted and go about
Following in His shadow helping to enlighten
Whosoever will, may come and be a part of the team
Who vaguely remember a time of long so long ago

What tragedy that have come to mortal men
Who make a mockery of the universal plan, playing God?
First he pretends that he is doing God a favor...
Trying to save something they think is lost
But could never have been,
Lost soul of which I am speaking of
Could never have been
In the predicament men find himself to be
Playing God is nothing but a copout, for God does not need mortals help
The only way man can truly help, is to empty himself...
Of himself and just simply (be)
Then, the Creator of this great universe may find grace
And favor in his eyes and uses him as a channel sacrifice

To be used of God thence is not even using mortal man
God will be using the reaction of himself at will
The spark which he induces and places it in a house,
The mansions of souls on earth... The brain thence,
The senses and all its body parts are only tools souls engage.
So why then, the secondary wants to become the first?
For soul alone will endure its journey home, again
Gathering its experiences and long moved on
While body, mind, hands and feet; brain and all its
Faculties will not be needed anymore and will dissolve in oblivion
From whence it came until time permits its use again
To host some new visitors, souls again - and again

* Dedicated to Inner Spirits so pure.