After all…from where come the power,

The authority

Granting any illusion 

The right to restrain and punish us?

Its appeal and ability to attract

And imprison the unwary…

Is only as great as is

The absence of Your Presence within us.

Just as you can’t deceive a butterfly

Into a dance with a wooden buttercup,

Neither can the God-Filled heart

Be fooled into acting against itself or any other.

If only I could remember you

…What couldn’t I do?