I ponder the days of the lilies and daises
And wonder why I travel so lazily
Away from my self and toward the ‘lake’
Where the Devil stands with his 3-pronged rake!
He takes me to stand in a puddle of mush
That grates on my nerves with nettles and bush!
Whoa to the man who settles his ‘mind’
On the man who makes us verily climb
Into a peak when everything’s grand
But the euphoria awaiting one cannot stand!
Waking to Godliness is trouble for me
As I walk through the ‘garden’ of Adam and Eve
Where all is fallen and everything corrupt
And tempers are soaring and feverishly erupt!
When is the place where all is perfect
Coming to earth in the Cosmic Circuit
As the waters of time’s purest content
Flow into the Palace of Man’s ‘Descent?’
Wake to the ‘Life’ that is in your mind
For there Heaven is what one might find
As the juices of love flow from the ‘One’
Who loves and cares and whose work is Done!
Take the leave of finding one’s way
But do not save the Devil today
For in his blood is the waste of time
And the sickening drizzle of rancid wine….
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