No more than I know now
Would still burn you with itís Light
Perhaps ordained, this barrier
Perhaps necessary, this flight.
Eyes burn sore that have never seen
Limbs ache that have never moved
Footing seems uneven outside the box
Choices frightening outside your grooves.
But how wonderful is the welcoming Light.
Just slip off your chains and fly.
There is nothing holding you down but you.
To begin, you must only ask ďWhyĒ?
Refuse the Spiritual Cream of Wheat-
Spit it out - Let it dribble down your chin.
Insist to know the harvest field
Journey there yourself. Itís no sin
See the grains in their splendor
Before they're ground into pasty mush:
Find nourishment as it was intended and
In NO MAN place your trust
You select your grain and process it
Or lose God-only-knows-what in the end
It was meant for YOU to chew these grains.
Donít be a spoon-fed baby, my friend.
Go and see.