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SOCIAL BAPTISM

SOCIAL BAPTISM

SOCIAL BAPTISM

The gathering Souls of Social Networks

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Do the rivers

of social networks convolute over a Niagara

hearthing its waters on the philosophical mind?

My hair is wet from the journey

and my mind

becomes cold with withering thoughts

but I will share and distribute my wares

for a peddler

of the Soul I am and will always be.

I have traveled to the matrix

where all thoughts and Souls gather, and some

with like minds

and some faraway from my center.

Peddlers from all over the World

speak about

transcendence under the fabric awnings

and an Aristotle ‘Open Air’ is achieved.

New age and new voices

blend into the convex of Truth

arrogance a commodity bearing its fruit, but less

the compliments of a unified experience

when humble tones

are over run by spice and vigor.

They say a man called Yashua

passed this way on a donkey

a miraculous

healing cantor from God, affixed

on saving man

from their wretched and evil ways.

They also said

a man Bill Gates invented the gates of Niagra

who went on

as a philanthropist, and wealthy man.

I will stand atop of this rushing water

and gape down below

and see if I have Yashua followers.

Brotherhood of man

has not died, but will continue to exist

for I AM

but a voice lingering in this midst.

Content first by God

the smoke of times drifts away

as I speak

and point to the Heavens

the library of allegories burns away in its fevers.

If we are but Spirits

cascading upon the other in death

than in this life

we shall remain perplexed

for eternal life

does exist in our minds and heads.

New clouds and new rains

saturate the ground and grow

unregistered

and unclaimed things of birth

which I call Faith

in all of its abundance nurturing all.

They repeat that a man called Yashua

brought heaven and earth

into the palm of the mind with His kiss

but the disillusioned trail

of deceit followed His quest.

When they found Him

they hammered Him to the Cross-again.

The great water

of the Niagara stopped.

Pheasants of God

and the Royal Academy of blue bloods

fought with fists

as I proclaimed my love for God, and

to the other they killed each other.

Why was this endless journey necessary?

Because it is Facebook

that will bring the masses to see

that God

will rekindled the Niagara ,and

that God is watching

the watchers, into an eternity

where

we shall bathe our heads.

The social baptism of our Christ Head

has commenced  …

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