I’m tired of the bullshit
That says, “Watch what you do;
For every single action
Brings the same back to you.”
I’m tired of well-meaners
Who tirelessly remind
That every word that’s spoken
Brings more to you in kind
I’m sick of the enthusiasts
(And I myself was one)
That tell you your vibration
Can bring misery or fun
I’m not saying that’s not true
(though who can say they KNOW?)
This verse, it isn’t writ to say
“Don’t listen; it’s not so!”
No, that’s not what I’m saying
No, that’s not what I think
All I’m trying to imply is:
Look closer at that drink
Maybe the ingredients
Of the Kool-Aid in your hand
Aren’t quite what you think they are
Aren’t what you understand
Cuz as I have looked closer
At this drink I once devoured
The veil, the shroud, has come apart
The illusion’s soured
Cuz each of those “dear phrases”
(And several more in kind)
Sure, they have made me look closer
At the products born of Mind
But have they made a difference?
I guess indeed they have
But that difference, it’s not one
That was begat of love
The difference is judgement.
Yes, judgment is the key
That I’ve been using on each door
The Universe sent to me
“Oh don’t do that, cuz that is bad”
“Oh don’t say that, it’s wrong”
I’ve been so busy judging me
I’ve missed out on the Song
The Song that is composed of
Each thought, action, and whim
Yet even in my missing it,
I helped compose this Hymn
So putting down my judgements
Of Love, or Fear, or Hate
I think I’ll choose to just Accept
And in my Fear.... create.
