stream of consciousness...what happens when Spirit takes over...

we have allowed agreements to box us in...
we have allowed fear to imprison us and we don't realize it...
we think we're free but we're far from free...
we have forgotten to trust in ourselves,
much less believe in each other...
even our word is at question.
when a handshake used to be enough,
it has been replaced with contracts that signed
in triplicate can still be put to question under just the right
scrutiny and for just the right amount of money...
and money, ha...the devil cloaks himself in green,
lies fall from his lips and we take his guile to be truth-
there is no truth in currency.
there may be the momentary comforts that money can buy
but money requires us to grow reliant upon its power to provide those comforts...
we base our value on how much money we earn,
a despicable deviation from a most innate truth which is;
our value comes from a place money can never venture-
from the moment we enter this world, the green devil can never take away
our sacredness, although, we, immersed in our belief we our worthless,
do our best to give it away...
we sell ourselves short by selling ourselves out...
we settle for less than what we deserve and the tragic 'reality' is,
we do so willingly-we practically jump at the chance
eager we are to give up responsibility-fear a chokehold on our authenticity.
oh, the bullshit of it all!
all this angst, unnecessary waste of precious time...
trifling, exhausting...
these agreements have us focused on distractions when we could be
growing, learning, BEING...
we're too busy being angry, sullen...victims.
our anxieties hardwired, causing our sense of self worth to suffer a perpetual disconnect...
that still, small voice fidgetting within, constantly whispering, transcending to screams heard only
by our subconscious listening...
and we suffer, needlessly...none of it is real!
from the deepest part of ourselves we feel the fatigue this conformity causes, we hurt,
so much we hurt until one day, brought to our knees, we break...
and then...
i pray, i pray to the heavens, the earth, the gods...
i pray to m'self...
i simply pray and i beg for a peace i have never known...
i beg for release from a pain i have felt so long, it's as though it was there for my birth...
waiting to come over me and make me pay for sins not my own,
thrust upon me from those who came before, also struggling with their own agreements...
there is more to me than this...there is more to life than these lies...
conformity like a chain around my neck, the lock secure, the key in my own hand...
i can't go back to what was...i know too much...
so i stand in the dark, the light inside me begging to illuminate my path as i prepare
time to take that step, the first of many on a journey i've already been on, misguided, lost...
something More is happening, something is coming...
i don't want to miss what's ahead...
breathe when the pain comes,
gather all the love outside and within...
and stand ready...no more lies, no more distractions...
what we...what i have taken to believe as truth is no longer strong enough to bind me...
the lock around my neck i have unlocked...
my release is in my own hands and, although i'm scared, so scared...
i am ready...
fucking finally...
a work in progress i am, always a work in progress...
but finally, i am ready...