Is there a poem to get out in rhythm
to heal the rising width of schism
between who I know we are
and fear and opinion's rising star?
The laying on of hands, a fact
a simple knowing who you are act
appearing in and on the field
of "these and other things" revealed
Yes I am, they are, undone
woman keying, drinking, one
sensation, giving rise to none
of fears perceptions beliefs as some
Hang their hats on thinking knowing
thinking thoughts perception glowing
as those stories go round and round
ego knows they are profound.
So what's this got to do with me
woman sitting keying free?
Nothing, except all is part
of the split, the ego upstart.
The goal is God, Garden of Eden
reverse the film, back up freedom
Seeking freedom so may ways
outer to inner knowing displays.
Nothing needs to change, just be
exceptional, I Am decree
everyone I meet and see
exceptionality's of three
Body, mind, spirit, we
three on three arise to see
the wonders that we are as free
we are now, arise and be.
