When forward motion stalls, walls too damn steep,
and raking rocks, seems better that what waits
to vex your way, its likely that your sleep
and chronic coasting has provoked the fates.
Lucky for you, this call to change your ways,
brings hope that you may grow beyond a clod.
Not for fun-play, we came to earth to raise
our consciousness to understand that God,
mysterious, all seeing, and profound,
is real as rain, and right inside of us.
Diffuse and Immanent, our holy ground
is Soul, to which we're born unconscious.
To bring Soul forth, 'machine mind' must decrease,
and Habit's kneejerk lip, must rest in peace.