It Is Not A Mistake

Gathering the pieces of the human soul Poets have been called to make sense of the mystery They have been given permission to enter the womb of life Not to be fascinated by human suffering or the ecstasy of Love But to unlock the deepest meaning of sorrow, joy and peace Poets are looking under the fabric of existence To try and answer these difficult questions That even science has not attempted to answer It's the nature of life to unfold the cord of mystery To pour sorrow on the pavement of life And let the tears flow Or to pour love on the heart of humanity And make a recipe for compassion It is the mandate of the Poet To dissect the fibres of existence And reveal the true vessel of life Not out of curiosity do poets stumble upon Love Poets have been given the gift of sight Not the kind of sight that is full of blindness It's the ocean of awareness that paves their path From ancient times, poets have whispered about Love In their dreams and in their makeshift worlds Poets have always pointed to this mysterious aspect of life As the cause of joy, sorrow and all of life's rhythms Love is the divine presence inside the affairs of Man Without Love, man is inarticulate and incapable of making the right decisions Without Love, humanity is an infestation of wickedness A pandemic of selfishness A house of pain, loneliness and hopelessness It is not a mistake that Poets exist To remind humanity that the substance of their being is unconditional Love To Love is to fulfil the agenda of humanity inside the divine mystery To Love is to thrive outside the perimeter of materialism To Love is to exist beyond the boundary of science and technology To Love is to comprehend the divine mystery And embrace the divine presence To Love is to exist inside the mystery God is the mystery God is Love Love is the divine mystery That we are sent here on earth to find, understand and enjoy Like an oasis in the desert Love is the water of the spirit ©