With sixty dollars I bought my happiness.
With sixty dollars I bought your misery.
My intention was not your unhappiness.
But by no means am I miserly.
You see, you cannot control my happiness.
And if sixty dollars was all it would take,
I’d buy it over and over.
In accident I lost your sixty dollars.
But I bought my freedom from your disdainful glare.
I bought your shackles.
Now you feel bad and you ponder how I turned my negative situation into your negative situation.
Sixty dollars unshackled me but imprisoned you.
What a small price to pay.
The etiquette of men,
Is not to make,
Had you followed suit,
You would have been set free
And I, not knowing any better would have remained ignorantly,
You claim to be a non-believer,
I can prove you are a believer of sorts,
Of your thoughts,
Of your retorts,
Sharp as a whip on the flesh of the slave,
You can’t quieten your ego and behave,
You choose the false pretence of freedom,
But don’t know freedom…… is in being a slave,
Not to that ego of yours,
Without any help,
Proud and arrogant,
Ignorant and blind,
To yourself and mankind,
As you conjecture yet another mental axe to grind,
Pretending to be a searcher,
But you cannot find,
My friend that is not the way,
That is not the wine.
Love is the way,
God is love.
Release your ego,
Like you release a dove,
Let your soul soar instead,
To the heavens above
Stop claiming you’re a non-believer when we can see your struggle in wanting to be one.
The curse of the course is that it can be coarse.
The beauty of coarseness can only be appreciated by those who have travelled the course.
Is it then really a curse?
There is only one type of person who has travelled the course.
He alone can show you the beauty of coarseness.
He will most certainly lift the curse.