Sow the Spirit
Sow the Spirit
Sow the Spirit
Sow the Spirit
Sow the Spirit.
Over and over I mutter these words
Til they run together in a jumble of letters and syllables
One word no different than the other.
Pondering its mysteries
While doubting my own existence.
Who am I?
Who are you?
This world is a lie
If we continue to believe in our fig leaves as truth,
Gospel truth!
Fig leaves we have sewn as protection
But only by deception.
And oh deception! The crookedest crook we have,
Second only to death’s scythe,
That bastard son of mother nature and father time.
Do you not know we are sons of promise?!
Heirs of Abraham
And brothers to the new Adam?!
Do you not know?!
Then why must we continue this false projection of protection by deception?!
Why are we all control freaks when it comes to our spirit
And the Spirit?!
All great spirituality is about letting go!
Letting go of self!
Letting go of entitlement!
Letting go of pride!
Letting go of control!!!
Shall we go on like this forever??
Why not everyone let’s forget this fraud
And abandon the bluff!
We all know we are all naked under our thin disguise
Of fig leaves and self-proclaimed independence!
Ha, independence! That hollow word of propagandists worldwide!
But from what?!
We should scream for more dependence upon God,
For what is this world without him?
Meaningless!
What is this canvas without its cosmic painter?
Meaningless!
Without him, without the infinite I AM,
I do not even exist.
But now, him in me and me in him,
I exist…but.
But.
But now I cannot figure out where I am
And where God is not.
So I mutter on and mumble on
And still they run together in a jumble of letters and syllables
One word no different than the other.
The Spirit sows
The Spirit sows
The Spirit sows
The Spirit sows
The Spirit sows.
Oh.
Therein lies revelation.
Sow, Spirit.
