The old man's dreams~ live in the baby's eyes
~Back this time to try to get it right
Playin this game called life
The wise all say "you gotta live in the now"
Plant seeds, use your plow
Buddha's smile,
Practice the Tao,
Make Zen your friend
Still tryin' to figure out how-
All religions think they are the "chosen few"
What the hell are the rest of us to do????
Religions,
like garments-
keep us warm on
cold nights,
But they fall away
When we become Light..
Rich folks reign supreme,
Tightening the poor man's chains
Souls stay enslaved
In the power play
Whispering words~
that never get heard~
anyway
But who wants to race with rats?
when we can dance with angels...
Cause glimmer and gold~
don't matter to an Old Soul-
We become the beauty we behold.
The "seers" gotta say what they mean
Nothin' gonna get in the way--
Dreamin in 3D
Creating an alternate reality
Shedding the baggage
That's held us down for lifetimes now,
Leaving a mark
On the walls of creation
Running, screaming, throwing sparks,
Reminding the ones who are stuck-
Of that destination...
Putting the puzzle together one piece at a time.
October 9, 2010
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