Olúwafèyíṣarámi

Learning from my friend How easy it is to point fingers And forget to light your own base. Yet everyone can see it's folly. Hanging on to mere principles Without the flow of the Spirit Is like walking with closed eyes. What sets you apart as a follower of this path? Hence the shout about "consciousness "... Now a word with little weight. The lampstand Without the system of the olives Is just strength and might Something to boast about. Self. Empty gong, Where is thy base? Can you pause a moment to see you? Know thyself. 

Sometimes, we see the need to acquire Yet do not see its worth. Other times, we see product amongst products, And fail to see the product of products. The song of songs....Selah

The Lord woos his bride. There is a place for Solomon to woo his beloved. There is a place for proving that you are worthy of her. She needs to be convinced to go with you on that journey. Again, you need to make an effort; Not just throw it at her feet and gloat at her shortcomings. Yet play around as usual, frolicking without remorse. Waiting to point out that you are in the right Supposedly, the one who knows what he is doing To be respected, listened to as Lord of all. How dare you play God? When even God whom you claim to emulate Is focused on his bride Without pride. How dare you ask the question of a lifetime Without total conviction in your heart? Oh, you were asked to wait for the proper moment? That wait was for you, not me My count starts from the moment you pop the question. And Lord knows I am far from being convinced. You have laid it on the table. I have heard you....take it or leave it...it does not matter to me. You may have meant well. but it s...

Where do i turn? To whom do I cry? To those who want to hear me and be there for me? Or do I just trust this phase? I'm scared it will leave me a certain way.... And I don't want to snap. I want to be able to open my heart.... Thats my cry. I've opened something in me again Something I thought had died. I'm scared of it But I'm embracing it. You asked that I did. And I am. This new terrain I'm learning anew Still it looks like every step towards it Is many steps away from reaching it. So it's hurting me all over again. Breaking my heart to tiny bits. . Only now it's easier and shorter to shutdown. Easier from having being stripped like that too many times. Wish I could talk to you about it Wish I could be less guarded than you. Wish I could be myself and fling myself in trust Wish I could make my decision known now. Wish you could hold me and tell me you understand Wish you could see me without taking offence Wish u could s...

The same old dragon Showing it's face at every new phase Yes, the form may be different But it's the same....same lies. A hug... Mere, but how could I not have seen it? But is it really the hug? No. It is me. There's something inside of me That cries to belong, A yearning that changes form and character But ever present to rear its ugly head. It is not about you. It never has been. It is about me. About that thing within that I can't seem to shake off

Another has come. Just like the former. Destiny's movie. Will she say yes? Drama at play And the cast forget they are role playing We forget to live like he with no wife To buy something as though not ours to have To live a life of continuous fasting. A question to be answered A burden in my chest Too long, this axe in water I rip it out,this heart. And just mere wood will call forth the axe-head. Just like before, I let go of it And freedom comes to stay Far above..much more. .. Peace.

And here I am once again, My heart breaking in pieces My song shattering to bits Just because I really dared to feel I dared to be tired And my strength wavered. Mouths may run with ideas and diagnosis I brought his on myself. For a moment, I forgot I have no wisdom for this new place... This truly was inevitable. Now I have to unbuild it all And allow this shattering again. Just so you, you and you and even me can be saved from this unending drama. Lest all our previous work be in vain. Broken I may be But ready to go that mile Nothing short of life. I don't expect my heart to understand Or to love me back for this I don't even care if any of you see That it was all for the best. This drama must end here. I have no strength to go through it again. I have no words to say I'm sorry Yet I  hope the message reaches you loud and clear I am all sold out....the tentacles of my emotions raging, Yet for this cause, The foundation must be firm That ...