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
you'll kick yourself a thousand times
when you discover it was true
the lord god almighty, WTF!
was speaking, yes, to you
you changed your phone, you cut the line
when would this nonsense end?
you said “it's spam”, “it's not for me”
you decided to unfriend
they jacked you up, they tranquilized
they tied you to a bed
they told you to improve your health
gave you pharma-fug instead
you managed to maintain your strength
slipped closer to the door
and when he beamed you out of there
their mouths they hit the floor
you wandered lonely as a cloud
wrote poetry and prose
you walked the miles in gratitude
for the awesome life you chose
and that's when bliss and ecstasy
began to enter every cell
you wrote this story for yourself
only you would dare to tell
and pretty soon your light did shine
kundalini it did wake
cleared everything that wasn't you
the journey of the snake
they cut you deep, they pressed delete
so you'd fill you up with love
live a life of juicy service
that would fit you like a glove
