“I sent my soul through the invisible, some letter of that afterlife to spell; and by and by my soul returned to me, and answered, “I myself am Heav’n and Hell” from the Rubaiyat by Omar Kayyat
My whole life people told me God is this, God is that. I was told I could never go to heaven, unless I believed certain things. What is Heaven? If it is even real, what is it? Where is the end of time, and why am I here. Some days I love the world and everything in it including the poor sick and twisted lost souls. Other days I could turn my back on the sunshine, even if it’s warming my cheeks. I can kill but I never would. Would I? I can save a life but would I? Would I? I love, I hate, I laugh, I cry, I am everything, yet I am nothing. Where did love originate, and who or what came up with the concept of kindness? Is it human, or formless spirit that produces these timeless principles? Will I ever know? Where will I go when I die? Will I die. Why? How will I die? Can you tell me? How do you know what will happen to you when your body expires? Does all of your faith reside in a book that says you are saved or you are doomed to everlasting hellfire and brimstone? Will you walk with angels and eat the fruit of righteousness? Who says you are righteous? Is it you? Is it God? Who is God? Who are you? How do you know you aren’t God? Or the Devil?
I have spent countless hours wearing clothes that don’t fit, and thinking thoughts that were rehearsed by generations of sheep. I don’t know much, but I do know this. It is within me to place the intention of my heart on giving all I have to the betterment of mankind and his spirit, or I can spend my time in diabolical decrement. The choice is mine. What do I choose? Today I choose life! I do not care about your books, or your golden garments.
Today I awoke from a peaceful slumber knowing full well I am capable of love, and I am loved, and I do love. This is all I need to know. I don’t care about the rest. Just let me continue to love. All else will flow from that.
Peace friends…