We may all belong to an endless loop made of Love and Light,
With all of nature that exists as gifts for our delight.
But there are those who worship the gods of jealousy and greed,
Using fear to create, in creation, a false sense of need.
They produce a world of too much, too fast, too concentrated
They convince so many to, with this system, be elated:
Having such benevolent overseers watching out for them,
Anticipating our wants and fulfilling our every whim.
We step out of the protective circle of The Infinite Calm,
Substituting pleasure for The Almighty's healing balm.
The Love is then crowded out and we receive no Light
Until all creation seeks The Center, there seems no hope in sight.