“Emancipate yourself from mental slavery none but ourselves can free our mind”
Deep under the oceans of life
are secreted in woven baskets
dirty washing and dodgy deeds
and no amount of Persil
… … can wash clean entire the Soul
Bottles of Tanglefoot beer
will not numb what the heart already knows
no DJ can spin things fast enough
to stop all that scratching, burring.
… … One day the Soul will have its dark night
if not in this life then the next.
How clever might you feel
as the days of your life
start to run that little bit twilight shorter
… … in des Winter’s tiefer Nacht?
Can you knit and eiderdown with lies
to huddle deep beneath the duvet?
Will all the betrayal, revenge and malice
stop one single toe from freezing?
… … Or might you choose to sing a Redemption song?
When the television mind has only re-runs left
could you stand naked in the rain,
naked and with open hands
before omniscience and omnipresence?
… … There for them to check the Akasha for all your deeds.
When the Lords of Karma
get out their scales to measure
what will you see before your eyes,
a life impeccable?
… … Deep in your heart you already know.
Is redemption then something which only others do?
And will you still put it off
another day, another decade
and cross your fingers tight, so tight?
… … Or, might you find sufficient courage to finally act?
Won’t you help to sing
these songs of freedom?
‘Cause all I ever have