as if a mirror on the wall
there you are
the life you knew the words you wrote
your battered shoes and worn-in coat
you say you have the way in scripture
to paint a picture so divine
we draw with interlocking circles and connecting lines
that curve behind the hidden seams
so nothing seems out of place
no mistakes
life just is a lil over dramatic
at least its not lost in the attic
on the wall of every home
in every mind creative thoughts grown
the constant wondering, thinking outside the lines
the cookie cutter designed lives we live, cultivate to give
waste all that which we can replace
just for another taste
its a common theme, a timeless daydream
yet so obscene, the mindless self indulgence routine
nothing seems to be the way it oughta be
not that i know what that would be
seems at times the whole universe might close ontop of me
or at least i feel the weight.. much too great for my mind
as i approach the soul divine, it sends me reeling
cursing and feeling the limits of my mold, which i control
though i tumble down the hill i return to climb and always will
the energy moves through we and i must guide it
while i see others battle to control or hide it
i shall not cower i know our power
from no lesson will my soul break
there is no test that is too great
everything to say has been said
everything to write has been read
the all one source within our head
unlimited knowledge on which we fed
the forbidden fruit that stems so sweetly from the root
on earth our tree provides all we need
the fruit shows all but helps man build walls
the knowing made us have to keep from showing the isness the suchness of life
we have become so distant while still so near to our plight
let in the light let your love grow
there is no danger to the darkness that the light does now show
all with reason all things balance
the mind a kingdom
the earth a palace
"an never was there an answer... there an answer
not without listening, without seeing"