Wise Cracks

I am paddling upstream

Out of breath
Tired of the dream
Something inside blocks
The parlay of spirit bound into commuter locks
I can't gain a sense of freedom
A sense of purpose
I am feeling so bogged down by energy lurches
Left to my own devices, sane
I am trying to learn the mechanics of my emotional brain
I have to go deep
For the answers
I have to not fear the sprout of the well
I have to let go
The answer command
And just be prepared
To take gods hand
Open up
Go wide listen to the voice inside

hear this
I am answering you
And you don't even know what to do
Give in
Stop preaching to the choir
You are one so just be sure
What you are asking us for
you are getting, in all requet
every utterance addressed

we are listening. be impressed.