Fears

My friend, Ennaytsch, has said, ‘Basic, is Fear…’ The fear of poverty’s a noose, That tightens more, the more you try To pull it loose! The fear of criticism grows, Each time you criticize, The fear of loss of Love abounds, If you feel sure you’ll lose it! This, I think I can surmise. The fear of death, the river-crossing That we make but once… That river is too large for death! It must insist on tossing Spirits back into new bodies… (That is birth, or I’m a dunce!) The fear of illness has forgotten, Health is like a well… And, if we use it up, ill-gotten We will need to rest, a spell… The fear of old age thieves all Peace, We’re never where we Are… Nor can I ever heav’n’s lights reach, Till I become a Star! The fear of loss of freedom is The cancer of our age… We fear rat-races (and car-chases Are but symptoms, rage’s cage…) You see, fear Owns the one it eats It numbs, poisons the mind, It stops the heart, and mocks our Art Adds shackles, and rejects those kind And gentle folk, Who come to help us on our way… But Courage, Wisdom, Selfless Love, Sweet Harmony, Truth, Peace, And Righteousness Are answers to these seven fears, The children of Unconsciousness…