Direct Line To Divine Self


Direct Line To Divine Self



you've a direct line to god

it's as simple as that

he's listed in your contacts

in another name in fact

source, higher self, imaginary friend

you knew in the beginning and you'll know it at the end

you'll kick yourself a thousand times

when you discover it was true

the lord god almighty, WTF!

was speaking, yes, to you

that gentle yet persistent voice would drive you round the bend

you said “it's spam”, “it's not for me”, a reply you would not send

he told you time and time again

what you were doing wasn't you

sometimes he'd kick you in the balls

and leave you black and blue

but up you'd get and build again your house on grains of sand

and when the wind would blow it down, squat someone else's land

you soldiered on and on and on

but he just wouldn't shut his gob

you did your best to drown him out

but booze just wouldn't do the job

so you spent ten years in the space cadets, and it was really rather fun

but like so many folk before you, flew a little too close to the sun

and then one day you did something

you'd never done before

you lifted up the drawbridge

and bolted shut the door

they tried to call, to interfere, give advice you did not want

but you stood your ground, and turned the dial, to your personal commandant

“now listen here”, you heard him say

“you're there to grow your being

wake-up, remember who you are

and change your way of seeing

to free yourself from density, express yourself and play

we're sculpting you most carefully, so you'll be like me some day”

and that was when you realized

that you too were a central sun

divinity in trainers

with nowhere left to run

a single cell of heaven-sent, nirvana's building block

you'd steered your course, you'd found your way, and all upon this rock

“i'm conscious, present, here and now”

you told everyone you knew

you posted twenty times a day

your fan base slowly grew

“i've a christed state of consciousness”, you just couldn't keep it in

they stamped the papers straightaway, drove you off to the loony bin