who told you…?

in the corners of darkness amongst the most trusted of friends you will whisper your dreams as though if any light fell upon them they would break. only after the inhalation of chemicals… only after the swallowing of alcohol… do then your innermost dreams come out. why only after you are in a chemical stupor can you be yourself? who told you that you couldn’t live your dream? who told you that you aren’t capable of doing anything you want? who told you that you aren’t enough? who told you that you are missing something? who told you that you must march to the beat of one drummer? who told you that you can’t question your reality? who told you that this is the way life will always be?

why is it that when you do talk about your dreams then authority will tell you that is fantastic but when you start to live your dream you are excommunicated into the realm of insanity?… you are told that you need more of this, and more of that… what good is it to know but to never Be? who told you to take authority as the truth instead of truth as the authority? look at what is telling you how to live your life and ask why hasn’t it then created utopia? why is it that the amorphous glob of sanity constantly tells you to gain more of this and more of that before you are qualified to Be your dream, yet the voices of sanity grow obese on knowledge and words without ever creating anything?

if you do not create now, who ever will? if you do not stand and say enough is enough, then who will? why are you alive? why are you awake? why do the glimmers of your deepest desires surface in the last minutes of the night before you fall asleep? as you lie there you see yourself… not just think it, you can almost reach out and touch it… creating perfection. who told you that you aren’t perfect? who told you that you are wrong? who told you that you needed permission to create? who told you that you aren’t adequate?

why is it that children, though considered foolish, can play with anybody and live From a state of peace and joy… … … yet adults, considered wise, have created war, poverty, hunger, disease and must always seek to Find a state of peace and joy? foolishness seems to be inside the clothes of unlimited greatness yet sanity seems to always be standing next to the clothes of unlimited greatness cowering in the nudity of fear…

who told you that you don’t already have what it takes? why does sanity dictate to you that you must find just a little more before you are adequate, yet a few simple childlike questions will bring you to the realization that you have simply had what is pure covered up and suppressed…

who stripped you of your perfection as a child and forced you into the amorphous glob of sanity covering your mind with hate, fear, sadness? to bring gold to it’s purity you must burn the impurity off… you came into this world golden and sanity mixed you with ore and then tells you that you aren’t enough and need more! who told you that you have to fear? who told you that you have to hate? who told you that you have to live with unfullfillment? who told you that you have to live with problems? who told you that your environment must dictate who you are?

who told you that you must live how you live?