Inspire in,
or inspired not.
While God dost hide the master plot.
The best of plans,
of yet to be-
Be careful what you ask to see.
Inspirations such a lovely thing,
from one source do such things reach me.
Or you,
or I,
or us we three-
our heart's respond tranquility.
Too much obeyed from outer places,
florescent light's on empty faces.
So little are we truly taught,
we think we know, but we know not.
Lost inside another's plan,
a nobody, a normal man-
has thought it best the lives we lead,
we school, we study, while heaven pleads:
"Remember from once & whence you came,
your there for now to come again.
One must not lose the way back home,
your path leads you to die alone.
Our path is one as clear as day,
but you wont look you turn away-
from heavens brilliant blinding light,
to devils dancing worlds delight!"
Fear of what you might not get,
will only lead to judgement's sweat.
Look outward and one never finds,
the inward hides the lord's divine.
Take moments just to close your eye's,
under the darkness, watchful eye's.
As angels hold their breath and wait.
to see the human heart fly straight.
inspiration has a light it's own,
it beckons to the the Kursi/Throne.
Reminds us when to use our knees.
and when to bow and when to plead.
And who to fear and what to say,
and how not is promised another day.
Tis my maker within me,
I'm not alone, we number three-
this other thing close enough to hear,
my devil whispering in my ear.

Immovable-