walking the surreal
Okay, how's this?
One could say we all began
As Angels fresh from Heavenís gate
Our souls still awash with Godís pure love
Not yet blemished by the hands of hate
Is it ones destiny, I ask?
When flesh and blood upon this earth
To leave behind this sweet innocence
That embodied us at birth?
Are we meant to falter?
To fall from truthís sure path
And wander about aimlessly
In Evilís aftermath?
Are we destined to become
I believe this to be untrue
For even Fallen Angels can be found
And gifted forgivenessí sweet reprieve
From the sins in which they abound
Whether it be through Christís pure love
Or through Buddhaís guiding light
Be it of the will of Allah
Or in the Creatorís hand of might
We need only believe in Good
And live our lives as such
Let go of the failings of the flesh
And rise above its touch
Claim your right to divinity
Spread sweet love around
And Fallen Angels shall be lifted up
To soar among the clouds
Do not believe in Fate Ė Make your own.
The whole of the Universe resides within each individual heart.