Without the Magic, without the Mirrors and Smoke
Without the Self Declared "Likes and "Dislikes"
Where do I Stand?
Standing Right Here where I have ever since I was Born.
In my skin, standing on my feet.
Waking in the Morning to drink and eat.
Putting on plants, making sounds.
Inhaling a bit, feeling release.
Or Maybe Not, I'm Still Here.
Here in this skin bag of Earthly Delights
Wanting what I want
Upset when it's not just the way that I thought,
but, it never is.
So why am I surprised?
So, I am standing, breathing, beating
Waiting to Die.
My Filter, My Experience,
I called up God and he said,
"THERE IS NOBODY COMING TO HELP"
To fear the invisible,
To own someone else,
To help save somebody from Damnation,
What is this for?
It doesn't exist outside of my Experience,
so how could I ever Know anything at all?
What gives me the understanding and insight above all else?
Everyone is Special, So Nobody is.
7 Billion and counting~So many Wants
7 Billion and counting~All gonna Die
All ending up in the same place.
No rules to actually obey,
Nobody in Charge.
No one has figured it out yet, so why even try?
I'm left feeling, like, so, if I could totally do as I please...
Why not stand in a place of Peace?
Feel all the Joy that is available to me in this moment.
Feel the Sunshine and JUST BE.
Still feeling Fear creep up, but it goes away.
Knowing I'm the cause of my Suffering,
and Suffering isn't Mine anyway.
Protective Bubble, Invulnerable to You.
Words coming out, nothing gets through.
Unless I let it, it can cut like a knife
All my Choice, My Experience.
It doesn't make sense, nothing to Believe.
Nothing to figure out, automatic like a sneeze.
So with the few dials I can control,
With as much Grace as I Know.
Abundant in All things Lovely,
'till the Moment Of Death.
Bring it, I say....
'till there is Nothing Left.