I'm writing this poem to me
So I will remember the Great Spirit I see
Who has the face of Reality.
I know the Great Spirit is of who I am
The Great Spirit is of every man white or tan.
We all make decisions of right or wrong,
thats what puts us on the path we are on.
I know that I am a good spirit,
inside and out,
I just needed to learn to take a different route
The journey I was on is over,
I made it around the bend,
Now I can listen to the stories
The Great Spirit will send.
The outlook I see
Will bring a better road for me,
For I have been given a new key
Knowledge is the key that has been given me.
The eagle learned to fly majestically and free
When it learned to listen all so quietly
I beleive that the Great Spirit wants me to be
A special person with a degree
in the field of Archaeolgy.
Thats what fits best for me.
I like to pick up rocks
and listen to them talk.
The stories they tell would put most people in shock
To others they are just a rock,
with out a story to unlock.
The Indians lived a very majestical life,
It's amazing what they were creating with just
a bone knife.
To be able to create images in stone
An Art all its own.
Something the present leaves alone.
Maybe you could take a look at what I see,
But only open mindedly.
All rocks have a story to tell.
You must be quiet and listen well.
Let your imagination swell.
Because I think that it was not the
Indians who really fell.
It was the white man who stored their knowledge in a nut shell
To keep it there,
To hide what they didn't understand
The meaning of man.
They thought that they were the most powerful ones
Whose strength came in sums.
Alone they were weak and feared defeat.
Showing the Indians how to grow wheat
while standing on each others feet.
Yes, my breed is white
Even so,
I feel that I could be right.
To believe in the Great Spirit
with all my might.
Blessed be the ones who believeth in thee.
May they gain strength and knowledge
which is the key
To facing the face of Reality.
Blessed be
those who read this and see
That the Great Spirit is always with thee.
Moonpinnday
The face of Reality in poetry
- Spirit Free
- pago, pago, south pacific, American Samoa
- When I was married I ended up getting myself into a bad situation that was abusive, controlling and very Evil. I went through some pretty tough times learning to deal with Black Magic and realizing just how Evil this world can become When a terrible truth came out and not knowing how to go about dealing with it. So I spent the next 2 years walking the desert, picking up rocks and talking to our creator. I began to write poetry and with it came knowledge. Spiritual knowledge naturally. I believe I connected to God through my poems and from learning to listen from with in. This ability helped me to understand things that I never before understood. I know that God is real from my own life experiences. I know that I am protected by Gods love and I Also know that God is love and light and God is now revealing the truth to all man kind. Knock and the door shall open. Ask and you shall recieve. To know God, you would know love. To know love you would know God. With out love you wouldn't know God. and with out God you wouln't know love.
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They are what I feel to be real and not implied to bring any harm, saddness or neg. energy to anyone.
These are the faces of my own reality.