Mounting the colossal heap of madness that existed in the paradox of my mind
I implanted the flag of victory, waving gently over the landmines of my soul.
Madness had suffered another blow.
Reality glowed with the newness of the sunrise.
Hope glistened in the shadows of my doubts.
If only for a moment.
I subscribe to a ghetto spirituality.
Somehow, no drama suits my everyday reality.
Guided light never suited my child’s mentality.
Original sin greets my divine individuality.
There’s no church and no pews, in my ghetto spirituality.
Brothers and Sisters see love’s innate commonality.
Golden rule trumps any judgmental brutality.
There’s always room for more, I love you in your totality.
Suits me fine and my neighbors too, this ghetto spirituality.
A wise man told me that sometimes we try to leap over the puddles in life, but, land right inside the puddle. One foot is reaching and poised for the leap, while the other remains firmly planted in my limited vision of what is, rather than simply letting go to the pure infinite potential of the unknown.
But, the truth is, in order to leap, we’ve got to spend a little time in the air without the firm foundation of the ground underneath our feet. The unknown is essential in order for there to be an expansion of our reality. How many times have we been afraid of the unknown?
Today, let’s promise ourselves to take both feet off of the ground and leap into our truth.