The Consequence of Love
The shaman knew of it's great power.
Of its ability to show the reality of life.
When those demons are driven out.
Breaking the bad habit of living cheap.
Instead living an examined way of life.
In the war of truth and love against sin.
Always a lopsided challenge of ideology.
Well known in the land of masterminds.
As per the Great Gathering of Gratitude.
Where the dying release the propaganda.
And accept the notion that it doesn't end.
The humans are vested in fleshly armor.
Not aware they use it each and every day.
How instinct preserves the power of thought.
To raise up the common man's use of will.
Until we each control ourselves to the end.
To follow a new kind of love relationship.
A love that holds no secrets or false fielty.
Where there are wide eyes and throat lumps.
And a desire to follow the voice of conscience.
To fear not that your life be as an open book.
For the pure of heart is the lighthouse of love.
And has a face like a moment of freshness.
That looks out with still eyes...at nothing.
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