There was a thing that happened to me, not so long ago.
A single seed of knowledge, took root and began to grow.
It boosted the connection, to a voice inside of me.
Showing me just who I am and what I'm supposed to be.
It took me to a place, that very few have been.
Showing me how to change the world with poems from my pen.
Detachment from their matrix, then came naturally.
Having understanding of, everything I see.
Preparing for the next part, of what I saw above.
Means walking down this road alone, leaving ones I love.
Constructing all these poems, I could not do at home.
I had to do it on the road in every town I roam.
This connection with the source of us, grows stronger every day.
It gives me understanding of the things I need to say.
The system that controls us, is only based on fear.
Claiming if we don't abide we'll lose all we hold dear.
The fear that is created, constructs the world we know.
But kindness and compassion, will let the love then show.
Don't think about the worst in people, stop your being scared.
With the love that grows in you, the world will be repaired.
- Author: Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 3rd, 2024 17:45
- Category: Unclassified
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