We drift, on a lake
where the edges can’t be seen
we follow each other
in the middle of nothing
We stay together
hypnotized, by the lights
interconnected, like a power-grid, artificially bright.
A few of us,
lost in loneliness
lost in darkness
seeking our own source of power
like phosphorescent algae
a light must be powered by something
and we are all attracted to the light
like flies burning up in the fire
Your power, is not created or destroyed
So, where does it come from?
If you stop giving your energy to people, you will notice, immediately
Solitude, is required
If you stay out of the circus, away from amusements
Boredom, must be overcome
If you rest in the forest, and don’t chop down the trees
Your spirit, will take-on the spirit of the forest
Many are following the rules, not understanding where the rules come from
all the lights
that burn so bright
where they are going.
If your light, gets really bright
people will try to take from you
the world believes energy should be exploited
rather than, understood.
When you understand your power, not so easily defined
you have become like God
When power is had
the people rejoice.
It is only known
when everything is stripped away
in the darkness, we find God
in nothing, we find
what cannot be created or destroyed.