feet washing zombie jesus

meditate upon your life

find what serves you-what you need-what you truly want
find a path-make it your own
own your path-noone else walks it-it is your own

even when this path rejects me
it interjects me to one meant for the moment
for me it's a current that pulls the vessel to the final destination 
(the light house)

there are so many trials tribulations and traps
the endless waters are so deep-they drown-they keep you-they make you-they change you.

the waters are the collective soul of god
they are her tears, his sweat, her blood and dreams.

we are but created-imagined guests-
mere fish, crustations, shells, mermaids, bubbles
we may have free choice
but we are subject to float on or drown.

the fisher of man- i don't know if he's caught me yet
but when he casts-when she calls-i will take the bait
what will he use to pull me into new life 
when or where i will be free to
not have to
choose any more
where i'll be free to rest as nothing-

to know myself as noone- as the essence of evanescense
to meditate as a spirit that moves through all things
how blissful it will be 
to not suffer the confines
to succumb to the desires
of the temporary flesh
of a fixed body.

to become one with the pleuroma
eternal evanescense, evaporated essence
i'm ready god, i'm ready to come home.
let me meet you- to see your face-
let me know when we'll meet
and this time- this time i will wash your feet.