SO MUCH MEANS MUCH TO MANY

SO MUCH MEANS MUCH TO MANY, BUT TO US FEW OTHERS EVEN A LITTLE IS TOO MUCH, IN MY BLESSINGS I FIND MYSELF WANTING LESS AND LESS AND YET HAVING MORE AND MORE. IN THE FAKE BATTLE OF OUR INNER GOOD AND EVIL, OUR TRUE NATURE IS HIDDEN FROM US, WITH OUR TWO SIDES THAT BELONG TO THE SAME SOURCE POINTING THE FINGER BACK AND FORTH, ALL OUR ENERGY, POWER AND ATTENTION IS DIVERTED AWAY FROM KNOWING OUR TRUE NATURE, OUR ULTIMATE ACCOMPLISHMENT AS HUMAN BEINGS, THE DIRECT CONTACT WITH OUR OWN SOUL. WITHOUT IT WE HAVE NOTHING, WITHOUT IT WE PICK CRUMBS FROM THE TABLE OF LIFE AND WE CALL THAT SUCCESS, WITHOUT OUR SOUL WE BECOME LIKE EVERYONE ELSE AROUND US. A PROUD ROBOT, PROUD OF THE SYSTEMS OF BELIEFS GIVEN TO US AND US ACCEPTING IT AS TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH. STAY COLORED, BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND EVEN BEYOND THAT DO NOT CLAIM YOU BELONG TO THE GROUP OF COLORED PEOPLE, FOR IN THE GROUPS THAT WE FORM, WE IGNORE SIMPLE TRUTHS, THAT ONLY SOME OF US CAN FEEL THROUGH OUR WHOLE BODIES WITH EVERYTHING WE ARE. TRUTH THAT WE ARE ALL THE SAME, THAT WE WERE ALL BORN, THAT WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE AND THE MOST IMPORTANT TRUTH, THE ONE THAT DEPENDS ON HOW WELL YOU FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND THE THINGS YOU KNOW. LAST TRUTH IS ONLY FOR THOSE THAT CAN HEAR THE MESSAGE AND ARE WILLING TO ACT ON WHAT THEY HEAR AND FEEL.
FOR THOSE FEW CHOSEN ONES, IN THE END THERE WILL BE NO END, THE BODY WILL DIE OFF AND OUT OF IT OUR SOUL STILL IN OUR POSSESSION WILL EMERGE VICTORIOUS. LIKE A BUTTERFLY THAT COMES OUT ITS COLORLESS COCOON, BEAUTIFUL, COMPLETE, WITH KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT IT WENT THROUGH TO GET TO HIS ABSOLUTE BEST. THE SPIRIT THAT COULD NOT BE CLASSIFIED OR EXPLAINED WITH WORDS, OR FAITH IMPOSED ON US BY EVERYONE AROUND US WILL GRANT US ETERNAL KNOWING OF OUR SOUL. IT GRANTS TO ONLY FEW, THE SECRET THAT LEADS BACK TO THE GARDEN OF EDEN, OR ATLANTIS, OR ETHER, LIKE I SAID WORDS ARE INADEQUATE TO EXPLAIN SOMETHING THAT IS BEYOND OUR UNDERSTANDING. DO NOT GROUP YOURSELF, DO NOT HOLD ON TO HISTORY WHETHER YOUR KIND WAS THE OPPRESSOR OR THE OPPRESSED, THE SINGLE LINE VIEW OF THAT KIND MAKES US BLIND TO TRUTH, SINCE WE PUT SO MUCH EFFORT TO DEFEND IT FROM OTHERS WITH LIMITED VIEWS AND TO CONVINCE THOSE WHO DON'T HAVE A VIEW THAT THEY SHOULD ACCEPT YOURS. TO NOT LIMIT YOURSELF TO ANY ONE KIND OF KNOWLEDGE IS TO OPEN YOURSELF TO ALL THE KNOWLEDGE AT THE SAME TIME, WITH EQUAL FORCE. GIVE OTHERS A CHANCE, TALK TO ONE ANOTHER, GET TO KNOW THOSE AROUND YOU BECAUSE YOU COULD BE STANDING NEXT TO YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND NOT EVEN KNOW IT. DO NOT LET THE JUDGMENTS BASED ON THE KNOWLEDGE GIVEN TO YOU DECIDE WHO SOMEONE IS FROM FAR AWAY. COME CLOSER HUG AND LOVE EACH OTHER AND IN THAT YOU WILL KNOW WHO LOVES YOU BACK. DO NOT CLOSE YOURSELF IN, BY CHOOSING THAT THERE IS NOBODY OUT THERE THAT WE CAN SHARE OUR BEST WITH. WITH OUR ULTIMATE BEST, WE ALL CAN BUILD A WORLD THAT IS DIFFERENT THAN THE ONE WE WERE BORN IN, WITHOUT HAVING A CHOICE. NO CHOICE IN THE ARRIVAL TO THE WORLD BUT THE CLEAR CHOICE OF HOW WE CAN LEAVE. PROUD, KNOWING, GLOWING, FEELING, LOVING AND EVERY OTHER WORD WE COULD COME UP WITH TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING BEYOND OUR WORDS, SOMETHING THAT ONLY WE AS HUMANS WERE MEANT TO REACH IN ORDER TO KEEP ON GOING THROUGH CHANGES FOR EVER AND EVER. FOR AS LONG AS THIS BEAUTIFUL BEING, OUR ONE TRUE MOTHER, OUR SHELTER AND OUR WILLING HOST, EARTH IS ALIVE, SO SHALL THE AWARENESS OF THOSE THAT DID NOT LEAVE THEIR SOULS BEHIND, STAY ALIVE. NOTHING COULD MATCH OUR KNOWLEDGE OF OUR OWN SOULS AND THE JOY OF KNOWING, THAT WE HAVE FINALLY REACHED FREEDOM AFTER THE HARDEST AND EASIEST FIGHTS WE HAVE EVER WENT THROUGH, THE FIGHT FOR OUR SOULS, AND THE ONLY THING WE WERE EVER DESTINED TO BE, FREE.
LOVE TO MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS WITH OPEN EYES, WHENEVER OUR PATHS CROSS I GET REMINDED WHY I AM ALIVE AND WHAT JOY IT BRINGS MEETING SOMEONE WHO CAN SEE AND FEEL THE TRUTH AND NOT JUST USE WORDS KNOWN TO SOUND GOOD IN THE WORLD OF TODAY.
FREEDOM

FROM YOUR BROTHER THAT HAS NO NAME, NO HOME, NO THINGS TO CLING TO, YOUR BROTHER WHO IS WHAT HE WAS, IS AND WHAT HE WILL ALWAYS BE, DUST ON THE ROAD, A GUST OF WIND, WORDS ON PAPER, A DOT LOST SOMEWHERE IN THE PAGES OF THE BOOK READ LONG AGO, EVERYTHING AND NOTHING AT ALL AT THE SAME TIME.