Why?

Why do we judge?

Why do we always look

For the worm in the apple?

Why is it that we mount these defenses

Against the full and awesome

Power of creativity

Joy

Freedom

And love?

Why do we still believe

In the lie of separation

Imprisoning ourselves in these tight and barren places

Refusing the full force of the wind and sun and rain

That always bring us to change?

The poet knew he was a poet

When he could hear the voice of angels

Whispering on the wind

Along with the voices of the ancestors

And then learned to take dictation

Open your inner eyes

Open your inner ears

Open the locked door of your heart

The closed rooms in your minds

Open yourself to a field beyond judgement

Allow your soul a place

To fully experience the awesome mystery

Of this human

Spiritual experience