What is it you see that disguist you so? Have my colors confused you? Has the pin pricked color made me less than I am? Have I opened a door in my heart that see's beyond that which you see? For I don't see color I plucked my eyes long ago.
I am. No more than you.I am. No less than you. For we are both confined by flesh. Yet we are more. For hidden deep within, far beyond the situation passed from hand to hand evolving into the creature we think we must be. As we are taught to hate and fear. Only when we pluck our eyes and plug are ears will we truely see and hear.
The soul the thing that can be lost. Trained by the flesh. Yet awakened by the spirit. For spirit is the true essence. Our soul ever lasting yet entombed in flesh.Released in spirit.Born anew. To what order have you given control? Have you allowed the situation of the day to steal your heart? Have you sold your soul for a world dieing and rotting in it's own decay? For that that passes like a breeze only to touch and be gone with the coming still.
You are the I am. That which is, That which was. That which shall always be. Only tainted by the dust you pick up along the way. Wash your soul, become renewed. For you are the I am. Only you can free your soul from the bindings created by your life situation. Your spirit seeks release. See the beauty of a existence no longer weighed down by the restraints created from birth, and death. See beyond the blur to the light deep within.
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