Why?'s To Wise? Fear

You are so slimy and wretched. You fill space like lubricated, liquid metastasis, Reaching into the deepest forlorn hidey holes of esteem, Pushing the Sacred, the Connection, the Truth, out and away and Filling the consciousness with the pus of others’ lies and rage. I was one of the Pod People, traveling through the universe and glory, Making motions and sounds that meant NOTHING! WAITING! For my life to begin. WAITING! For Joy. WAITING! For Love. And It came, In frenzied exuberance, Bubbling and percolating up, Cleansing me, Recreating me. The tenacity of your desperate clinging could not resist The effervescence of this Pure, Clear Truth. Fear… Love has passed through you, And turned you to mirage.