Spiritually Free

SPIRITUALLY FREE

Take wings to fly away above the crowds, picking madly at the wasted bones.
Let the sun and air and rains and clouds, be the only home that your soul owns.

Don’t surrender when you obey orders, shouted by the rulers of the world;
Who rush to gather riches like mean misers, ignoring casualties with whom they’ve quarrelled.

Stand on your own two feet, don’t lie down, baby; look them straight and fearless in the eye.
Know what’s right yourself, the reason why; fight each Pharisee, keep your spirit free.

The air is free, so be where you’ve got space, to stretch and yawn and laugh and cry and sing;
To rest and reach your fullest size with grace; to love your visitors and bring them in.

Reality is not the perfect dream, but here and now’s the best thing in-between.
Act from your starting cue, whatever the scene, and when you need change, pray, open your mouth and scream!

- goinghome (Late ‘88)