Divine seed within Hidden
propagated fear dividing the sequences of light
so that we all will remain isolated and weak
so long we've been trained to cloak our power
keep ourselves small and chained to the restraint of thought
keep our spirit and body separated
keep our joy from guiding our gaze
Opening the wound
I find maggots and a putrid fume
I flinch at the choice
to excise the infection
to cleanse it with the frequency that pours in from above
or run
