The sacred 3

Well heres a poem that Ive been working on for a little while but I wrote in just under a morning. This is often the case with my poetry. I say that I wrote it in very little time, but in actuality the concepts, the images, those tend to come in out of my imagination for up to a week before I wrote the poem. So more or less "writing" the poem for me consists of sitting down and pulling out loose threads of thought onto one physical space. It usually doesnt take me to long when I have a central theme. This one has been popping in out of my head for a little bit but I didnt know how best to phrase it. Yesterday a very simple rhyme flow came into my head while I was driving (often on freeways and subways I tend to create flows in my mind.......) and it ended up giving me the opening I needed to get this out of my head and into a piece. Its still very very rough (as usual haha, Im so lazy yall). It needs some editing and perhaps I could change around a few lines within this same poem, but all in all I am satisfied with the first draft (or else I wouldnt post it). Trip out on than random things that come in and out of my head and Happy Thanksgiving yall! Get out there and get fatter! I aim to. Peace.



He is me
I am He
We are 2 out of the 3

1 is the father
The other the son
The 3rd is the Spirit we both sprang from

The father in Heaven
The son upon Earth
To the Spirit they both have equal worth

The sacred 3 must be 1
There is only so much we can ignore
The truth is we were created for each other to adore

For what is the son without the father?
How else could he have been born?
A son is not a son if his father’s image he does scorn

And what is the Father without a son?
Who else will glorify his will?
In acknowledging the existence of the father the prophecy is fulfilled
In acknowledging the existence of the son the two have become real
This is how a dream becomes life and the Spirit becomes something hands can feel

The Spirit is infinite wisdom
Aware of itself as it flows
This consciousness is a state that we have always known

The tricky part is remembering
We were born so we could forget
We thought it would be more fun that way; what’s a game without reset?
Our memories were kept from us
A larger challenge set
Lets see how many will return without the safety net

That blanket of awareness
It’s not so simple now
The only way to find myself is to get on my knees and bow
Bow to the father in Heaven
Bow to the son on Earth
Realize that I am a part of both
To the Spirit I have infinite worth.