The only thing there is to be
is what you are is love.
Love in every moment
and in everything you do
and think and eat
and drink and see
and say and learn and know.
And teach to each one
who comes along the path
that’s laid right out for you.
This is that which you are here for
and only here to do.
Regardless where you started
or who started it for you,
no matter where you wander
or where you dare to roam,
remember this one thought
within your mind and heart and soul:
I am the light
that is the love
that lives within
the heart of God.
I bring the peace
that gives the joy
to share with all
along life’s road.
and...

Hasn’t this all happened before?
Or, I mean; isn’t it all happening again?
Did I read the same story in a book once?
Or see it on a large screen?
Didn’t I dream this or hear someone telling it in passing?
This whole thing is so familiar
It’s told the rule of law is lost
To power once again
As if
As if it never escaped
Destruction comes swiftly
She-go dreams of silly futures that can’t be real
Don’t fool yourself
He says I fall away
And so you do
So I can see

There are those who thrive in chaos
And those who seek the end of paper cranes
parading as sky replacers
Those who throw their bodies to the winds of change
Who would trade lives for truth and ending lies
Because lying lives aren’t living real at all
If you forget where you came from before it all sunk in
then you have to forget where you got to underneath all the sink

Maybe we won’t ever be able to go back to what?
How it used to be?
Humans have always weaponized their own bodies
And to what end?
What if the virus likes us and wants to stay
And spread out a bit just like we did
What if Americans for some odd reason
Maybe their diet high in saturated fats and sugar
Make the perfect biosphere Rona likes for chillin and relaxin?

Like the ripe midwestern plains
Lookin juicy and ready for the pickins
By our forefathers and their children
Just like that Rona can’t really see
how much pain and awful suffering
she and her thriving offspring
been causin us Americans
She doesn’t really care either
cuz she’s been roaming all over the world
Searching for a suitable place to rest
after just arriving
on this new wonderful world
Rona once thought she heard called human
Though she preferred to think of it as home

The mind clings to forms
to hold against the silence
to guard itself from you
the secret deadly enemy
hanging out on your own front stoop
winkin’ at your little sister
and begging for an invite to dinner
you can let him pass too
onto the vapor of a conjured illusion
you can let the words
coming from here get stronger
you can hear me more clearly and louder
the self that you buried
under the rot of yesterday’s tomorrow
all that chatter is of no matter you can tell

But don’t tell of the nonsense
of nothings wrapped in desire
that’s old news
from days when newspapers were read
that talk takes the time
of a 20th century backpacker
hiking Truth’s trail
NOW is the only time that there is
for waking from the ringing of the bell
don’t stomp out the silence
the one answer screaming
the reality one is

Only in silence you remember the key
to the treasure in the chest
holding your heart crafted in love
isn’t that the whole happiness quotient
wrapped up like a perfect peace package
I just can’t comprehend the human species
and its endless repeating crimes
how many life sentences
does one have to get
to see only the Self and be free
burn off the rest of the pride
every lyin’ thought’s last roar into dust
forms can’t hold true life
it’s real light making ghostly forms known