You need to read this poem by Matt Kahn…a prolific spiritual teacher. Please read, feel this in your heart, and…
Enjoy!
Oh sweet soul, who’s learned so much,
Your triggers ignited through the words you clutch.
Rehearsals are done, your performance is set,
To overemphasize what you’re meant to forget.
How much you’ve survived, you’ve come so far,
But correcting others is not who you are.
You’re desperate to feed a world with no bowl,
Please open your eyes – oh sweet soul.
Oh sweet soul, who can’t see past,
Each aha moment that cannot last
You’re not in charge of what needs to be known,
But here to inspire through actions shown.
Insight was gathered, you’ve become well-equipped,
To notice new patterns, while control still gripped.
You’ll encounter so many throughout fate’s play,
And fight for the chance to have your say.
Is projecting your ideas a part of the goal?
Please think again – oh sweet soul.
Oh sweet soul, why do you suggest,
Your concepts to those who act as your test.
You’ve looked within and found the Divine,
Clarity kindled, but you’re calling it “Mine.”
And now you debate to correct who you see,
Not seeing your shadow – a spiritual “me.”
It’s not liberation till you’re free of the thought,
That forces you to speak just to see where you’re caught.
You say that all is one like a truth that no one knew,
And if there’s only one – who are you speaking to?
Intentions are so pure, while blinded by a role,
Correcting all your critics – oh sweet soul.
Oh sweet soul, it’s time to open up,
And bring forth the love that overflows your cup.
There’s much to consider and many to embrace,
But no one to correct – no matter who you face.
I welcome every judgment, regardless how unclear,
To see the one I’m facing and know that God is here.
Silence makes one humble and humble helps you see,
Since there’s only one, we’re free to disagree.
I welcome each projection, as if you know my path,
You need it more than I do to validate your wrath.
You’re free to misperceive me and have the final word,
I thank you for the practice to let your voice be heard.
Why hide from your freedom, just let it takes its toll,
And break apart your certainty – oh sweet soul.
Oh sweet soul, may you come to realize,
You need not affirm what another one denies.
In a world of so much wisdom, there’s no end to what is true,
You’re free to do your dance and watch what captures you.
Repeating every concept, as if it meant a thing,
Performance never-ending for those who pull your string.
And even as I say this, you’ll turn it back on me,
As if the truth is hidden and only you can see.
I love the light within you, thank God it can’t prevent,
A chance to love you deeper despite the package sent.
Point out every fragment and misperceive the whole,
Your innocence respected – oh sweet soul.
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