Our interconnectedness abounds
And all of us astounds
To re-connect
Our bodies, yet
We cannot connect
Until the apoplexy leaves us
And conceives of us
To do whatever we came here to.
So turn True Blue
Sleeve of defiance in you
And misconstrue
Your energies no longer, too
So that you can turn your own True Blue
Light into the interior of you.
Blessed if you do!
Apoplexy turning you into a True Blue
Sleeve of doubt
Relaxing all about
The hemorrhaging of you
Until your eyesight can undo
The apoplexic hue
Inside of you
And alter the gene of Life, too!
Go and congrue!

We are our Own
Home
Where we belong
To Be strong;
And not alone
When we call upon our Own
Home.

We are dust,
Just compiling in us
A prescription of fear;
Until it clears
We are just dust
And compost;
Most of us
Will fear
And lesson the learnings here
'Til we can clear
The atmosphere
Of our own fear.

Space to breathe
And nevermore leave;
We are all saints Above
Driven in Love
And purifying our glove
To remittance Above
We slice the pie of Love
And give consecration Above
To stove the miraculous Life
And end the strife
Of not Being our own greatest Love!
Just give Love!

We are all set to fly by
And get it all in the eye;
For to cry
Is to let it all slide by!
Go have a good cry
And say Good-bye!