Fourteen

- Shackle Me to the Ground of Fear!
For it is Here I Lay Ridden, Dry and Dark With My Wings! -

How much this time, shall we spend on thoughts of Fear?
How many times must we succumb to the lowest of thoughts...

Thoughts of Hindrance, and Thoughts of Hiding.

To See the Realm of the Earth as a Place of Hiding.
In the Name of Prevention, In the Name of Hindrance.

We Live Life Out of Fear.


Is Fear Becoming of Grand Beauties Such As You?
Does Fear Give You The Sense of Satisfaction and Solace You Desire?
Or Does it Destroy.. Simply Sadly....
The Desire In You To Aspire?

It Teams Up With Its Many Horses,
Cowardice, Judgments, Malice,
Racism, Bigotry, and Apathy
To Run You Over With In Its Carriage.

To Run You Over and Silence the Singing Song
To Stamp You to the Ground,
Whereas You Should Be Flying.

To Be in the Shape of Darkness,
In the Place of Shadows.
To Be a Creature of the Dark With Horns,
And Wicked Thorns that Smile.

It is the Dragon to the Dove.
A Battle of Yin and Yang.

And When We Speak of the Doves,
Or if We Speak of Free Beings...
They Know Not to Cower in the Face of Their Singing.
Free to Fly the Earth, To Escape Any Thought of Danger.
And to Sing in the Joy, the Feel, Of Being Free.

"Free Like A Pigeon" Our God Gives Only to the Doves!
Not to You and I.

We Must Be Shackled To the Ground of Fear!

For the Love That Comes From Freedom
For the Love of Courage, and Bravery....
Should We Realize to Be Free?

Free in the Name of Love
To Be Whatever We Wish and Want To Be.

It is Not Fear That Helps Us Become to Be,

It is the Truth of Highest In Us...  
That Can Shine Out the Divine of All of Us