Holy Servant of God

Wise Poem from an acient aztec Poet and it goes like this:


I know not if the voice of man can reach to the sky,
I know not if the god's will hear if I pray,
I know not if the gifts I have will all be granted,
I know not what will come to pass in future days,
But I hope only good will come from my love to you.


I realized when moments of need we seek the presence of god to hug us with eternal touch, to secure ourselves from our hunting life, to guide us as a parent trough out our confused path, alerting us and protecting us as always is..

This god is our own heart the extension of the divine across the universe to us, i thank you for giving me a heart and an extention to yourself to become conscious of the purpose of our own experience..

Thank You for giving me a brain to map out all of my thoughts and to retain the loving and hateful memories that make up my experience, for giving me a mouth to express my love and my pain, to my sexual organs for use them as antennas to the universal truth to channel god within me and connect me and mirror myself in other beautiful parts of yourself..

To Death for coming to take care of me after i ease to exist in all physical form for protecting me and for guiding me into the next launching pad to a new experience..

So hard to let go of the past so hard to let go of the true core that makes my instincts react, perhaps its not about letting go but to learn and exist within them and extrude myself into a miracle called life..