[this really isnt a poem. i am not sure what it is. what i am certain of is it is true.]
service service and service
is the answer
to getting all that the heart desires
from this world, the next world
and all other parallels worlds
the heart is treacherous, purify it with service
the ego is wild, tame it with service
the path is dark, light it with service
it is a diamond hidden in coal
it is gold hidden in dirt
it is a baby hidden in blood
it polishes the heart
it steadies the feet
and liberates the soul
the one whose back is burdened is carrying the whole of paradise
the one who has emptied his pockets is made light to fly with angels
the one whose forehead is on the ground is staring God in the Face
#1 by dee - April 5th, 2009 at 00:41
y isn’t it a poem? i call it a poem