| Gather
round my friends; my thoughts wish to share. It appears that an answer to life is muddled in what we have. So I’ll borrow a little here; and add a little there. Soon you will see the picture clear. Some believe that our essence fade out with our frame. Others believe that the spirit will ascend to a heavenly place. Few believe that the soul jump through time as it can not end. I believe; spiritual energies are many lives old, but will return to Source. If life lived well alone for fear of hell; is that life not that of a slave? With no lessons learned; the circulation through time, pointless yes! The state of a spiritual energy; is that not defined by its choices? Heaven and hell, possibly; the state of the life, it is next dumped on! Interesting that some believe they are god; I can understand why. For in our book of Psalms it sings; man created slightly less than God. Underneath man’s feet; it was placed, all of God’s handy work. How powerful one must feel to stand King over all we now destroy? Our thoughts are not new my friend; it’s merely a sound recall. If one seeks the truth; does he not simply remove the lies? Why then not remove confusion, if you wish to understand? In this, elephants and I are common; I do remember well. If restraint; what is love better than an act of rape? With expectation; what is love more than an obligation? Is life and love not equals; affected and altered at the same time? As with love; life remain still; a mere choice in this experiment. In this we may have peace; an experiment it very well may be… Experiments require an observer, for discoveries under his care. Nothing would be left to chance; the perfect environment it would be. Every factor; introduced… at the exact controlled moment. So, live your life as you please; some will win while others lose. The effects will be observed and noted; contributing to a conclusion. No need is there for panic, while responsibility remains a given. All is fine, but tell me… what will you choose to do with this information? |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |