EMOTIONAL IS SPIRITUAL!

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Emotional is Spiritual!

Standing on this gigantic rock on top of the mountain, I find myself staring at the life below and above me.

The blue skies above still reminding me that everything remains pristine as it was since I was born.

If possible, I'd touch the sky and thank heavens for her stunning beauty.

All kinds of birds soaring above my head saying to me, “We are here for your joy and happiness, seeing us fly is like watching the angels at play!”

The cool breeze rising below my feet right up to my head, is soothing and magnanimously calming like the first summer rains.

I believe life would be even better if God had intended for us to live and survive on mountain heights forever.

What makes a man forsake his fellow men and permanently migrate to wilderness to live like a hermit with nature?

Emotional is spiritual. Only if we could discover the real part of our being and makeup. Man is both spiritual and emotional.

Sometimes our emotions expressed through our skin, overshadow our real virtue and strength hidden deep in our hearts! Losing our sobriety and composure always messes up everybody around our space.

Emotional is spiritual, come on, loosen up and chill up; this is as natural as it will get. There is nothing wrong with you losing your balance sometimes if you do not end up standing on your head.

Always remember the rule of thumb. Common sense is the most affordable virtue in life; you can access and apply it to weather all your storms in a blink of an eye.

People looking and staring at each other are like the free animals visiting the zoo to watch other animals.

The fence separating them is the only difference they will ever see. This is the case of baboons mocking each other’s abnormal foreheads.

Emotional is spiritual. No matter how angry one can get, you will never ever jump out of your skin to express your disgust.

There are days where I spread out my own life like dirty laundry and ask myself, “Lord, what about these things holding me down like shackles around my ankles. What happened to my rainbow and sunshine?”

I believe the Good Lord, just looks down on me and smilingly says, “Look deep within your sad heart and right there; you will find your answer waiting to be discovered!”

Emotional is spiritual. A branch doesn’t fall far from the tree, said Jesus. All things considered, I cannot be more human than I already am.

I can’t roar like a lion when my anger goes through the roof of my head.

Emotional is spiritual. All of humanity is trapped and squeezed up inside this capsule we call our universe.

The metaphysical world has us limited and enamored and fixated on the animated objects in our surroundings.

Every useless word every man has uttered in this life, will be demanded by God at the Judgement Day… to account for!

Emotional is spiritual. Man is a spirit, fashioned and created after the likeness of God.

But there is a spirit in man: and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding.

No matter how much you question and deny the existence of God; you cannot run away from yourself.

That guilty conscience  which gives you sleepless night, is the very God you deny… whispering into your troubled heart and soul!

Emotional is spiritual. You can run away from some people and all those you hate; avoid them like cancer, but your guilt remains glued into your soul.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Good measure pressed down, shaken together and running over shall men give into your bosom! This is karma for you.

It doesn’t matter how powerful and wealthy a man gets; the same man cannot change the spiritual and physical laws divinely setup by God.

Emotional is spiritual. O Lord, I have nothing more to prove here… I rest my case!

Emotionally Written By: Sydney Pikelela Gutyungwa
© August 17th, 2025
Featured Title Song: Toronto
From The Title Album: Gratitude
Smooth Jazz Artist: Steve Cole
© 2019


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