The Journey Of The SpıRıT Poem by Edwina Reizer

This experiment fostered on mere mortal men
cannot be reasoned in thought.
One must be confident that what is seen
is over and again sought
by the soul of your existence that can't resist
its purpose to bring you home.
It's a home filled with knowledge
of everything that is.
It's a home filled with reverence
for everything that is.

And so while we're here we play this game
expecting to be duped and fooled.
And experiencing all of our earthly acts
we are slowly motivated and schooled.
Most of what we are schooled in
takes its toll on our brain.
Where and how do we escape this
so this is not where we remain?
We search. We learn. We give. We love
and rid ourselves of pain.

Oh mere mortals wake up and see.
Fill up your cup with mortality.
And when you've had enough that's come your way
make all your thoughts unfettered and free.
For this is the time that will come to you
all the sights that were blocked from your view.
No more will the experiment keep you enslaved
for the soul of your existence will help you be saved.
You will leave this recurring nightmarish scene
and finally understand all it did mean.