My FatherA Poem by Gypsy Dreamer"trying to understand"Flesh was made by earth to house a spirit from a spirit. ... and the world as we know it didn't exist. Darkness ruled over all. Nothing but nothing void of anything nothing to rise to fall. ... and then out of the darkness... out of nothing out of the void out of the blackest of blacks... Came a spark. Where did the spark come from? How from nothing came something? Think Deep, Think Hard Nothing was here Nothing. Nothing at all. How did something become from nothing? or was the spark a drop of water?... A drop of water came from what? From nothing? Are we really here? Why are we here? Why did anything have to come from nothing? Why? Are we an illusion? Do we really have feelings? No and Yes. So we came from something... and the something came from nothing... so nothing is something. Nothing is not nothing. I have established that. There was never nothing. There was always something. But how? Where did the something come from? It's impossible. So in order for the impossible to be possible... There must be a power more powerful than the power even knows. A magical power which came into existence by it's own will of energy. It's own power willed it into existence. I call this power the father of all... the one who created himself from himself. ... and what we know... is only one drop and I mean only one drop of rain which has fallen out of the sky in all the zillions of years this world has existed compared to what our father knows. Praise you our most great one who created yourself from yourself. Bless us and remember us my father... © 2012 Gypsy Dreamer |
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