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Spirituality
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The cleansing - Oh healing wind, come onto me
Talking to the boss - I was talking to the Lord one day
Dreams - That magic word from yonder spheres
The lesson - When born we are unaware
The cleansing
Oh healing wind, come onto me
and clean my troubled soul,
come liberate me from my past,
I feel I’ve paid the toll.
Come cleanse my being with your breath,
try make me understand
the wisdom of the universe,
the blessing of God’s hand.
You’ve come to me so many times
and whispered in my ear,
but I was deaf and also blind,
my being soaked in fear.
But now my spirit’s wide awake
and ready to begin,
so come to me, oh healing wind,
and blow away my sin.
September 1992
Talking to the boss
I was talking to the Lord one day
while going for a stroll,
I asked Him: was I doing right?
He thought that was quite droll.
My son, he said, I tell you what,
you've got a lot to learn,
don't waste your time, get on with it,
'cause otherwise you'll burn.
To earn your "spurs" in yonder world
you'll have to alter course,
do change your life, repent, lament,
and show me some remorse.
I stared at Him in disbelief:
good Lord, what can I say,
but I'll take you up on your advice
and make a start today.
Well there you go, I've made the change
and feel a better man,
why don't you change, it feels so good,
I'm sure you know you can.
So if I meet the Lord again
I'll tell him: no more fool,
I'm sure He'll smile at me and say:
good on you John, that's cool.
October 1995
Dreams
That magic word from yonder spheres,
their whereabouts unknown,
where good and evil take their turn
in a timeless wonder-zone.
We pass them off as fantasies,
a figment of the mind,
but could it be when studied close
they’re of a different kind?
That when we dream we do depart
from that what we call life,
to take a look in yonder spheres
with their beauty and their strife.
Perhaps each night we journey-on
into a new dimension,
an out of body workshop,
the after-life extension.
It would be wise to look at dreams
as a spiritual guide,
a universal library,
a beacon in the night.
So consciously prepare yourself
each night when you ascend
and try to bring the knowledge back
from this far-off spirit-land.
And comes the day you bid farewell
to life upon the earth
the knowledge gathered in your dreams
will stand you in its worth.
October 1996
The lesson
When born we are unaware
of future or the past,
we don’t know what our lesson is,
don’t know the die is cast.
The spirit in its earthly garb
returns to try again,
aware of all the obstacles
it encounters there and then.
It is like a ship in heavy seas
that is difficult to steer,
but when the clouds do vanish
the sky is bright and clear.
The spirit is like a yo-yo,
going up and going down,
sometimes extremely negative,
sometimes it’s like a clown.
Such is the lesson it must learn
every time when it descends,
to find a perfect balance,
that’s when the lesson ends.
August 2011