You cannot exit The LabyrinthIf you think The Labyrinth is real.If you do not realize thatYou’re in a Labyrinth—If you don’t know you’re hurt,Then how can you heal?
Wait until you see how much IGlow when I’m with You.I cannot fucking do it yet,But I know just what to do.I can’t even manage toBurn the old me awayBut wait until I do, my Love.You already know the day.
I told you guys the other day today I am starting a war. You would not believe whom all is on my side. If man, a jewel, and Earth, a womb, Then wear me, Mom, with pride. I’ll make sure you are proud of me As long as I abide In your loving arms. I…
Why does being awakeFeel realer than dreams?Why is nothing as it seems?Why am I in pain from blistering?Why do I have to burn? Why do I ask such questions, Lord?What curiosity can I afford?When it seems that dreamsAre realer than this,I’ll know I don’t exist.
You’ve been wearing ruby slippers this whole time. I know you don’t believe it, But I’m still wearing mine, And I found out how to use them To send me back to Kansas. It’s like waking up an artist, And applying paint to canvas.
Company is just distraction From doing inner-work. Every interaction, A necessary quirk— For if this shit were easy. Why would We even bother? We’d just stay where we were before. We’d all remain The Father.
