I Am, I Will, I Feel
by Darryl R Gray
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
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Always standing in the Center of the Universe.
Through spirals of Time, a participant of a journey long ago rehearsed.
Brought down to this Plane, but let me explain, I am here not by chance,
but by my own choice.
Why? To create and more importantly to touch this sphere with the power of my voice.
Ascend, when my journey ends, but let me return to this verbal blend.
Bathed in the light of the Divine Sun, I stand poised, balancing the scales:
Karmic debt opposed by my righteous sum.
The pain of a people misled, of the Kali Yugas dread, and of a Man,
Who, for too long has been bled.
How and why does my Soul cry?
Can freedom be realized before we die?
Spiritual death is a myth, though our physical shells face a temporary peril,
our Souls shall remain to eternally dwell.
Here to Love and to Learn, not to suffer, die, and then burn.
Heaven can exist, here, on Earth.
The Man who stands between the double 3’s.
A Pyramid when you count the Trinity that emanate this form I call:
Be free, yesterday, today, throughout Eternity.
Not a teacher, but a simple guide, for all those who wish to walk by my side.
A profound peace, that is slowly spreading from deep inside of me.
Each day, making my way, pushing away the illusory veil, or should I say Hell,
that currently rules our Universal shell.
As above, so below
pulling in this primal flow.
As the energy rises, it joins the burning Sun burning deep within my Heart.
Here resides the divide that keep the Higher and Lower natures apart.
I know I have the will to control this powerful double flow.
And now as I prepare to go,
I Am, I Will, and definitely, I Feel