Fragmented

It came fragmented, torn, ripped but not completely apart. It came with rejection and fear scolded the mold of the vessel. It came beaten up on, It came misunderstood, but grasping for over standing. It came with little instructions on how to wear flesh n blood. Bodily functions studied in Anatomy's Psychology just made no sense within the temple, and biology fed the need for a suitable ecology. Ergonomic fixtures in the brain seemed plain as a simple vessel. Not enough, Never enough, Something is wrong about this picture. Books couldn't feed it, and Degrees mislead it into taking Icarus's Flight, Crashing and burning, yet still yearning after a fall so great to interview God at the Gates. It came with conditions, and imperfections, and dirty mirrors, Fading the reflection of the true Enlightened Soul. Not even a flame is seen, even Religion fiends for it to be seen. It came with hidden meanings with the blind leading the blind. Esoteric instruments still shroud the evidence that Although broken and hurting, Bodily Temples with Real Eyes Realize That The power of Love is Certain. The Power of Love is Certain. The Power of Love is Certain. Keep rehearsing your vessel's Mastering the Lesson's. Although It came broken, beaten and hurting with little instructions, The Construction is being done, And Love, And Love, And Love Has already Won........., Broken but Love, But God The Architect Designs Divine Structures That Love Love Love. Enjoy your journey and Love thru it all Thru it All. Master Builders of Temples on the Square with Love as The Compass to point the way to Eternity, And Beyond. Never are we broken, and in need of a quick fix for our six, 9 is our Ether and There's Nothing Love Can't Fix. ©2015 Kevin Guru 407 Quats Love...