Category Archives: Spiritual
Page 6 of 110 ~Pine Cone Diary~
Why do we seek revenge, when our Soul
Is a ghost without identity; that seeks peaceful universal assimilation?
Those who capture other’s souls of Faith, caged in hate or repression, have honed their zeal
To inflict retribution as righteous judgment, on all “un-holy” dissidents.
Unable for their hearts to control their tongue or their scourge.
Love’s prerequisite of understanding, dampens volatile gun powder
And buries the sword of hate on the path to Nirvana, Olam Ha-Ba, Heaven, and Jannah …
Or any place else that is soft enough to dig with your hands, under loves direction, to bury your hate
wrapped in your inability to leave it alone. Silent until you truly understand.
(Having found on that path, without harm, a pure gentle human heart melted in living flesh
That had no eyes, nor memory, floating freely, Holy above the intellect in senses
without shame, I found myself without anything, for my Love, to have to explain.)
“In the universal silence of nature and in the calm of the senses the immortal spirit’s hidden faculty of knowledge speaks an ineffable language and gives [us] undeveloped concepts, which are indeed felt, but do not let themselves be described.” Immanuel Kant
Sir/Madam do not interpret
With your own mind, words of “Divinity”,
Explaining what is held
In the temple of my Soul?
You only speak as the sinner you are.
Now then, let us pray.
Scent aromatic in clouds
Spring rain wakes flowers.
The Internal Seed
I never did pretend very well.
Truth was perception—
Dismissing objective proof,
For the answer to the basic question
“How does popcorn pop”?
Mistakes, miss-judgments, funneled into the mind
Of tornadoes swirling heart-popping roofs off conjecture.
How long can one pretend to believe you can be received?
Gently through the bluster of ignorance?
And, yes, I am not the person I am.
I am the one inside of you
That never does pretend, very well.
“Wake up!” Said, the knife and fork to the spoon.
I have lost many memories that I often find in my heart.
Go home and simply be honest
To your lover and rekindle
The one action you forgot.
Whatever day we set aside
At the end of, or, beginning of our week,
Will always be a spiritual— personal day.
Regardless of religion, or non-religion—
Somehow, that day, in our lives, has survived
As One day— to be set aside.