Above: blue skies

Below: solid earth

Between: a flesh bound spirit waits to soar

Touching the earth and longing for the skies

And inside this fleshly cage

A seed of eternity germinates

Waiting for the moment

To blossom: To flower

And spread outward

Into the spirit’s inherited infinity

To become the full realization

Of all that it is

But here on earth

Within the feeble and fallacious constraints of time

The soul is hidden

Misplaced in the din

Of the comings and goings of a humanity

Lost in its own hubris

Convinced of its own importance

Subjugated by its own restraints

Forever self-condemned to blindness

Staring at the trees

And missing the forest

Forsaking the vastness of the skies

For the smallness of the ground

Beneath it all

A still, small voice

Eternally calls out:

“There is no time

No such thing as life or death

Beginnings and endings are

Just shades of the same color

The only reality is eternity

These finite things you see

Are only real

In that they point to the infinite”

Above: blue skies

Below: solid earth

Between: a flesh-bound spirit waits to soar

Touching the finite and feeling the infinite within

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peace, wayf

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