We’re taught to hate
what’s naturally good,
when what we are
is perfection.
We were never evil
or born in sin,
there is no such thing,
we’re young but we’re still growing.
We learn to walk
by crawling.
Look at any baby
and you’ll know
everyone is a miracle,
born naturally divine.
We learned pain and fear here
in this gladiator arena,
but inside of us was always good.
I think we’re ancient astronauts,
traveling angels with amnesia,
cosmic Bodhisattvas
voluntarily returning
to this ruined paradise in hell.
One lifetime here
can’t explain,
the everything of existence.
There’s an epic mystery
patiently waiting for us
to remember,
unravel,
uncover the wonder
of what really we are.
