Poem -

On the Path

On the Path

Being on the path is not so easy
Spirituality is a catch phrase.
Trying to put a label on the undefinable.
As human beings we always have toĀ  putĀ 
everything in a box,
A nice safe box.
Not too extreme.
Not too out there.
Use words like gnosis or charismatic
Or even Pentecostal...Ā 
You get looks
Try Jehovah Witness there is a term.
I try to stay open minded.
Making one thing good and another bad
is starting a judgmental journey.
Nothing is good and nothing is bad,
It just is.
WE choose terms to define it.
We label something right or wrong.
For whom?
For what?
In the end whatever choices we makeĀ 
whatever belief we choose to call truth.
It influences us and those around us.
So I say this.
Choose what you believe carefully.
I do not say belief .. like the world is flat,
Or the world is round.
I do not say one is good or one is bad
But trust this.
Whatever belief you choose will influence
your attitude and perception of the world 'andĀ 
your journey on it.
and
There are laws beyond man's laws.
The laws of the universe.
What we do in our actions thoughts, deeds.
Comes back to us In equal and like events,
It has nothing really to do with God.. although
God created it.
God force, the prime creator,
set it in motion,
He does not have to sit and watch us each move
He does not have to judge us ccntinually.
He made this world perfect.
He made the universe perfect.
Perfectly amazing.
Ā 

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