Misdirected

How long will you

Volunteer for the wax of lies

To be packed into your ears?

How many more times

Will you allow the dagger of fear

To be thrust into your heart?

For there is nothing to fear

But much to hear without ears

Much to see without eyes

Much to learn without lies

Those who know the truth

Do not seek to instruct anyone

They know Truth calls her students

One by one

Those in pulpits

Or a pews

Or prone and praying on carpets

Or sitting stiff in meditation

Will fail to find it

As they have mistaken the pointing finger

For that which it was pointing to.

                          ---unAsleep