True growth of the spirit is
when you have no one else to turn to
Nothing else to hide behind
No more excuses to give
It is then when my true being comes into existence
or acknowledge
This is the time when true understanding is felt
Not taught
Understanding is not of the mind
It is of the heart
O the spirit of who I am. Who if, it is my choice to become
Everyone live in fear
In conditioning of who and what we should be
And we become what the world want us to be
And what is that? Confusion, Pain, Misdirected energy
and more importantly death
Death of the spirit. Death of our innocence
Death to who we felt we were and wanted to be
Is it the world fault?
Or is it we are without knowledge, without guidance
Without the the true understanding of being from people who knows
It is a battle
A battle with the world we live in
A world we do not know. A world that lead us to where we are
Yet we are guided by the spirit
The spirit knows only joy
The spirit craves for joy
In our limited world we live what we think joy constitute
We live in the pleasure of the tongue
we live in the pleasure of the touch
we live in the pleasure of the sight
we live in the pleasure of the smell
we live in the pleasure of the mind
but the pleasure of the spirit is stifled
We give only in hope we get
And yet that bring us to where we are
Lifeless. Joyless. Spiritless.
This is good
This is where true living begins
This is where true search begins
The beginning of being who we are
And not what the world want us to be
It is a tremendous feeling
Not one that the world believe in
Not one that the world would understand
Because the world can be a bottomless pit
We keep digging deeper in the hope that our pain will be relieve
Our loneliness will be fulfilled
We keep the appearance and we numb ourselves
Anesthesia
It is a wonderful drug
It keep us sane, it keep us from growing
It is the path of least resistance as the least pain is felt
Where no effort is needed
This we are reduce to
The science of modern living, the quick fix
We live in a world where the joy of strive is not recommended
We live in the world of instant noodle
Two minutes and your appetite will be satiated
There is no nourishment in that
It is only the satiation of appetite
Not he spirit
The spirit is not important
Only what I appear to be
To be accepted is more important than
who I really am
Who I can be
What I am made of
I live in a world of who I can be is much more important than who I am
A world where who I am is not important
Just a place where I can belong
where I can be a slave to
it does not matter where others are lost
It begins with me
more importantly my spirit is not lost
This is resurrection, this is what it means
We are not dead, the old ways are dead
The spirit is now resurrected, this is the way of Christ
this is what is meant by resurrection
Not the body but the spirit
The time is now right
The journey is just beginning.
And the real time starts in 2010
When the world start coming to its senses
or will it just be a phase that we go through
Time heals and the world soon forget
Including myself
when you have no one else to turn to
Nothing else to hide behind
No more excuses to give
It is then when my true being comes into existence
or acknowledge
This is the time when true understanding is felt
Not taught
Understanding is not of the mind
It is of the heart
O the spirit of who I am. Who if, it is my choice to become
Everyone live in fear
In conditioning of who and what we should be
And we become what the world want us to be
And what is that? Confusion, Pain, Misdirected energy
and more importantly death
Death of the spirit. Death of our innocence
Death to who we felt we were and wanted to be
Is it the world fault?
Or is it we are without knowledge, without guidance
Without the the true understanding of being from people who knows
It is a battle
A battle with the world we live in
A world we do not know. A world that lead us to where we are
Yet we are guided by the spirit
The spirit knows only joy
The spirit craves for joy
In our limited world we live what we think joy constitute
We live in the pleasure of the tongue
we live in the pleasure of the touch
we live in the pleasure of the sight
we live in the pleasure of the smell
we live in the pleasure of the mind
but the pleasure of the spirit is stifled
We give only in hope we get
And yet that bring us to where we are
Lifeless. Joyless. Spiritless.
This is good
This is where true living begins
This is where true search begins
The beginning of being who we are
And not what the world want us to be
It is a tremendous feeling
Not one that the world believe in
Not one that the world would understand
Because the world can be a bottomless pit
We keep digging deeper in the hope that our pain will be relieve
Our loneliness will be fulfilled
We keep the appearance and we numb ourselves
Anesthesia
It is a wonderful drug
It keep us sane, it keep us from growing
It is the path of least resistance as the least pain is felt
Where no effort is needed
This we are reduce to
The science of modern living, the quick fix
We live in a world where the joy of strive is not recommended
We live in the world of instant noodle
Two minutes and your appetite will be satiated
There is no nourishment in that
It is only the satiation of appetite
Not he spirit
The spirit is not important
Only what I appear to be
To be accepted is more important than
who I really am
Who I can be
What I am made of
I live in a world of who I can be is much more important than who I am
A world where who I am is not important
Just a place where I can belong
where I can be a slave to
it does not matter where others are lost
It begins with me
more importantly my spirit is not lost
This is resurrection, this is what it means
We are not dead, the old ways are dead
The spirit is now resurrected, this is the way of Christ
this is what is meant by resurrection
Not the body but the spirit
The time is now right
The journey is just beginning.
And the real time starts in 2010
When the world start coming to its senses
or will it just be a phase that we go through
Time heals and the world soon forget
Including myself
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