The Journey Home

The fog of involvement is lifted,

the clog is sifted,

the backlog forgiven,

now this is what I call livin’.

The clouds have parted,

cares and worries departed,

the gates of the garden of beauty

are open,

the God’s have spoken.

I’ve finally awoken from a dream—

of captivity, civility and repression,

I seek self expression,

free from pretension.

I have an invitation from heaven,

from the God’s of invention,

I’ve lifted the lid of life,

peeled back the layer,

of painful delusion,

and self defeating confusion.

I’m dropping the veil of worldly dependence

and trading it all for — earthly transcendence.