They follow the path of the
multitude.
Over-trodden by a dark and
angry mood
caused by sins that never
found forgiveness,
multiplying deep inside of
them. Slavery,
albeit at hidden levels.
Subliminal, the powers
held at bay. A streak of
sun enlightening
the lives for too long lost
to all the innocence
of play.
Shadows reaching down into
the earth.
Knowledge minus wisdom, all
the worth
that they had learned. Classrooms
filled
to overflowing. Reflections
of the light
turned into devious delight,
wane and wax
within the glowing moon.
Wild horses running
in a flight still undenied.
Instincts overflowing
as their storm clouds darkened
sky.
A voice, still unidentified,
was whispering
within their minds. Telling
them to break away
and find their ease within
these days of life.
Overwhelmed by all the programmed
vice.
Claiming that unknowingness
was right.
Shift and bow. Surrender
to authority.
Enslaved by fear that was
conceived
in power hungry minds of
blind belief.
One moment comes, unlike the
others.
Sight expands into the wonders
of an ever-altering reality.
No pleading prayers necessary.
Feeling into all the meant
to be.
A shaft of light - oh, pure
delight!
Growing seeds turned to epiphany...
? Michaelette ?
5/14/2003
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