Why do churches and temples
Their doctrines preached
Inspire the natives
To dogmatic beliefs?
Who owns what,
What can be owned?
When soul's born free
It's truths are known.
Humans colored with perception
Temporal inhabitants of similar inception
With eyes and hands and ears to hear
Yet, we're taught our insight to fear.
Clinging to what we think we know,
Each church with own belief,
We pick up our swords and aim our words
For what? Souls know not control.
God can not be captured
In an earthly form
Other than our own.
So why demand conform?
Opinions deceive
Beliefs mislead.
If intuition guides
Does division profit greed?
Can Kings be Queenly with their loot
or are they content watching Fathers toil,
Crushing intuition our Mother's breed
Propagating differences that incite tempers to boil.
I've fallen victim to this paradigm
And I vow this is my last time.
My artists whim that was silent for awhile
Now creates within Creation without guile.
Soul numbing ignorance I do repent
Useless days working to make a cent.
Ignoring my calling, acting on reflex
Fearing fear was part of a complex.
Mindless instincts and robotic actions
Trained away my God like passions.
A borrowed reality I did espouse
Presently I'm committing to cleaning house.
Now I write with Spirit near
Stating my intention for all to hear.
Healing is our one true goal
Enshrining us within our soul.
Freedom rings a birthright given
True peace is our natural rhythm.
Look within to know thyself and
Let's go out and sing our truth.
MTC
Copyright Maria Terese Carmichael January 17, 2011
