when every road (every should, every belief)
was made
to lead
without/astray?"
the world's religion
is danger
keep you in a state of panic
no time to question it
run run
as fast as you can
you can't catch me
i'm the gingerbread man
catch up
catch up
to your ideal
to your neighbor's
fix
fix
what's wrong...
again
the leaky faucet
we are...
but make it seem
not so bad...just little drips and cracks and scrapes
all "fixable" for sure
so you don't turn away from it(worshipping danger and lack) completely...
let's cover it
with
the face
of innocence
life's "not so bad" most of the time....
but
what if?
there's no danger at all
ever?
without the thought
the belief
the conviction
the religion
of danger
who would i be?
i need do nothing
not move
not lift a finger
look what comes to me
my body breathes of its own accord
the air moves in and out
the light and warmth stream in
through the windows
the chair holds me
the floor suppports my feet
the phone rings
the clock keeps ticking
the traffic flows
the mail comes
the gas station always has gas
the food store is overflowing
from all over the world
it arrives
on my doorstep
smiles flash
the accountant sits
waiting so ready to
give me her expertise
the moment i open my mouth
and my heart
sees
it
all
welcome Home, Joy
to the Abundance
of Your Heart
where is danger now
when you stop running?
Inspiration sits forever on my lap
and purrs
welcome Home
welcome Home
welcome
Home,
Reality
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