Spiritual Ink / Life



Oh lost poets of a great time
Remove the web from your pens
Let your ink strike pages with conscious pride
The deaf, dumb and blind are in need of your guidance
Sleeping spirits await their awakening through your words
Worry not if they fail to digest your poems
Without receiving the proper nutrients

Your pen is the dibble
The words you write and recite are for the planting of seeds
Plant not the seed of lust and death

Let the creator you worship harvest that seed
With the waters of experience
Let your pens be shovels
Dig in
Dig deep
Dig deeper with your words
Write with the purpose of growing the needed trees

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