12/26/10
Misunderstood
How can it be that love is so misunderstood?
I was ten thousand ft above my life
when I was spoke to by manifestations of truth.
On a plane, on another plane-
one that is open to us all.
When the system and friends and rivals
push, prod and produce brooding negativity.
You can be the one who loves through it.
It won’t take long to see that emotion
is a personal gust of wind just passing through.
Love is the universal space which all exists.
Feel it like I do, know it like I do
Feel it like you do, know it like you do.
Feel it like love does, know it like love does.
No city, no region, no country is above or beneath.
No prison, no slum, no street corner is denied.
How can the soul be so misunderstood?
I have been young, pink and callow all my life.
There are things to learn and roads to go down,
But through the fear we can’t slow down.
Darling there is a God inside you,
sitting beside me, crystalized within you,
within me lies just enough fatty ego and our own key.
And when there is nowhere left to turn,
you will know where it will be.
And when the day gets you in a rush,
your soul is a rudder.
And when a thousand Me’s weaken,
remember that you are the sole witness.
Feel it like I do, know it like I do
Feel it like you do, know it like you do.
Feel it like love does, know it like love does.
No city, no region, no country is above or beneath.
No prison, no slum, no street corner is denied.
How can power be so misunderstood?
Cast your bread unto the waters against popular sentiment.
They know not of instant sainthood, of humanity
and would rather dismiss spiritual energy for material strength.
Things and roles tend to lead us astray.
When we get high externally it always fades away.
The cosmic spark of our awareness will forever stay.
RwmG
Ranch Guerra 