Cosmic Child

There is One God. He is the soul of you.
No myth is needed to explain how rocks
and trees, or breezes came to be. It's true.
That's all you need to know. For sure, God walks.
The spirit that you are, self-named 'I am',
is with you now. Each move one makes to wake
to this, diminishes the trance and sham
that corkscrews through the brain, just like a snake.
Worship is sleep that wears wide painted eyes.
To Grace untold, one's consciousness is kin.
We came to work and learn, becoming wise
to shake temptation's tease, and side-step sin.
A spinning earth and star, and trillions more
Comprise the paradise within your your core.