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Funny



Lately when thinking of the remaining life afforded me.
I start to view life as funny.
I believe that in the womb we experience our greatest
spirituality.
But as we journey to the earthly tomb, it can diminishes consistently.
Could it be that in this womb you do not cater to greed or intentionally cause other life misery?

Words are seen or words are read to the eyes or ears upon your head, wisdom obtained, through knowledge
applied, to help you understand the reasons why.
Yet, an increase of the soul's spirituality is not achieved through idiosyncrasies, but it has to occur in deeds shared, an universal form of commonality.

Pleasure and survival may rule this plane, but if the soul is the only thing that remains, to view a person's worth by financial gain, is shallow thinking to me.
Possessions are temporary because they are wretched
from me and remain the living's property and have little effect on a soul set free.

Here, what increases my spirituality, and brings the divine closer to me, is knowing that even if I accomplish all my financial goals and master all my strife.
I will never be as great as the architect of life.

My spirituality will increase when I realize that all life is a reflection of me.
And though I have a right to be, this does not allow me to do as I please.
Each deed brings accountability for its affect on countless life that we do not always see.

"He leads me beside the still waters."
The water was still before the ripple.
Treating others as you would like to be treated is just as simple, that it takes so many so long to see is unusual, bizarre, strange, or just plain funny to me.
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Written on October 30, 2021

Submitted by i12love on October 30, 2021

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