I sat alone and there was Emptiness. Then, there was Everything…
The mind’s suppression
Of the Soul’s trauma is…
Blind depression
On a journey to find
The one I left behind
Was on a mission to find love and a gold mine
Only to become broken as the world took my token
Left me forsaken
Didn’t completely break in
Instead taught me to hold mine
So that what pumps through my veins is royal blood combined
With a godly spirit and a gold mind
No loss in a lesson
And no sense in tossin’ a blessin’
You gotta hold what the Universe’s university gave you
To return You to your Essence
While falsehoods in a vain world lead you astray
Sometimes you must simply let go of things not yours
Just let them fly away
Drop the dead weight holding toxic vapors
So that Your Wings do not decay
Sometimes you Must Meditate to reach Internal Divinity
Sometimes you must simply Pray
Prepare your mind for the turbulence that lie ahead
Knowing that the Inner Spirit must be nourished
For man cannot simply live only by bread
Take a deep breath and steel yourself just to look in the Mirror
And take honest inventory of the reflection: Your Truest Picture
Ronaldo Gilley 