I heard from our elders,

                             " To be a GRAND soul,
                                        We are, even without all pieces,
                                 The sum of Ourselves "

The initiation of purpose and fate,
Entangle us,
All poets, to the deepest roots.
A Question that God asked,
Yet, had to seek the answer himself,

You are on a sacred journey,
Ambitious choices.
A fearless entity.
A purified energy, rekindled to teach.

Life,
Is the red morning glaze, in the sky.
A cue,
Buried in the psyche of mankind.
& Death,
Only a beautiful sunset, the deepest.

I heard stories of Egypt
The Afro-Asiatic language they spoke.
Was a type of SOUL THREAD
The people who were left,
Only knew,
what was left of a god.
A life not meant for him,
He serves a bigger fate.
& he knew the troubles.
The war. That was arising.

Praise to understand,
Was a principal.
A devoted remedy,
Civilization.

Who we think we are applys
To who we become.
An untested theory,
A spark,
      in the engine created,
          in the early years of A.D
                before man understood what God lived.

     A Quote from Micheal Meade's "The Water Of Life"
                                 A book on  Mythology.

                                            " When drawn together,
                                Two halves symbolize who a person must be,
                                          Being & becoming who we already are,
                                                      Means accepting certain incurable things
                                           & finding certain indelible Qualities within. "