FREEDOM OF THE SOUL

We give up on life when we think we are right

Only looking for a fight as the mind lives in the uneducated night

Freedom of the soul is more than religion.

It is the understanding of peace and how to embrace it and take hold.

When there is love between all human beings is when we are free.

We give up on life when we seek attention.

Everything you say or do, is proof your blind to your own reflection.

Freedom of the soul is more than emotions.

Thinking there untamed binding them up in chemical controls

When living life is about searching and finding 

We give up on life when we have no goals.

Sacrifice for the greater good never gets old.

Freedom of the soul is more than an accomplishment.

Ignoring the complex parts of life as simple solutions are bought and sold

If you don't reach out to feel you just stumble in the dark

We give up on life when there is no love.

The hero sits alone, looking down from above.

Freedom of the soul is more than a physical act.

A single emotion considered an activity dose does not make us whole.

Turning to a blank page does mean nothing is there; it means there is purity. 

We give up on life when there is no movement.

When we forget our passions and just stop, there is no improvement.

Freedom of the soul is more than action.

Children are the commitment to unconditional love that never gets old.

The recipe is a lot of education, and discipline of the mind is life fulfillment.

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020  

THE DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL

To understand God is to understand the way the wind blows
No man knows the path of another to a destination he will never know
Chained to the emotions pressed by the weight of the ego
The words of a forgotten confession we will never know

Never cold, never warm, never to see the stormes
Not a place without an image or a face
Hidden behind the cloak of purity is the dark night of the soul

To remember God is to remember where unconditional love comes from
Not a physical choice its value is unmeasurable heard from one voice
The pounding memories of the past carried by a simple man
The unspoken words never to see redemption, never to be forgiven

Never seen, never touched its value is so much
The thought of past lives is the only space it takes
Hidden behind the crimson cloak of sacrifice is the dark night of the soul

God is not man and man is not God
Man is just a container for the soul
God is light no way to be contained
Now come the dawning light of the soul

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2019
 
     

STEPS I CLIME

My first step was a hard climb

That is behind me for now

I'm trying to keep my self from falling

So I can start on my second step

I see the edge of it

To get there the struggle must come

The first step is a sticky mud

The second is a slippery sand

The third is even worse

It is sharp gravel

Every step is a different step

Always a new experience

The next step

Might be the smooth and easy surface

That one is the furthest

I work hard to get there

It is me who makes my path

No ones direction can change that

This path is my own lead by me the soul

©Copyright 1993 Thomas Dooley