Slide over, Reality,
Time to explode some myths.
Sublime misconceptions delivered with impeccable ease,
Mass torment,
Destruction, if you please.
Dual nodes of Reality
Subjective, random
To no man’s elite program
Supersize me,
Euthanize me,
Globalize me,
Deliver me from the wrath of one’s own design
Subject to the will of time
Manipulated by desire and greed
Delivered with impeccable speed
Hands tied
Mouth’s bound
Eyes blinded
The Light vibrating the Truth
Souls playing with substandard ease
Always eager to please a master,
Other than Themselves
Particles of Light Beingness
Will gather with strength
They’ll crash the barriers
Of this time, place, space
And gather unto them the “Grace” they are seeking
For it is in this “Grace” of ultimate wisdom
That lies one’s Eutopia,
One’s Love,
One’s Beingness
Nothing can surpass this ultimate simplicity of living
Particles vibrating to the Theory of Love
Who created that word anyway?
What power does that word possess?
We are putting it to the test
Deliver us.
©5/10/2013 Pamela Hope
