The iron fist in the velvet glove
Knows how to strive for love
For if we didn’t fear
We’d already clear
Our essence from Above;
We are already in our Love!
No more motivation need be for our love.

As we supercede our light
We make it very bright
And as we reach new height
We are subjugating our strife
To a bordering-on life
Which can seal
And reveal
Our plight
Which needs to take flight;
For if we resurrect our light
We can be forever Insight
Of all of our corporeal delight;
This is our second sight
And it is our right!

Keeping our Insight
In flight
Is part of our might
And we must not keep it hidden from sight
For as we stream
Our consciousness Team
Begins to gleam
A whole new ream
Of delicious thought
That keeps us self-taught
And not curled up in a knot
Which needs a spot
To be un-taut.
We are our own self celebration
And deliberation
In thought.
We have come to the stillness of naught
If we are all self-taught.
Untie your own knot
Slip from being caught
And you will become your own taught
Security fought
Pleasure-assured spot.
We are cannibals in thought
When we tie ourselves in knots
Of streams of thoughts
Instead of giving into the plot
Of turning it to naught.

When we begin to swing
A whole new ring
Of contemplation fling
We begin to sing
Because that fling
Could just bring a whole new ring
To our exercise string.
Be the ring
Of New Hope rising again!

To let go
We must show
That we both know
Which way to go.
For even if we are scared
We know that we can’t be compared
To be left over there;
It is a lesson in care.
Grieve and let go
We are already in the know
And Above you, we must go
We are forever in the know
When we let go!