One wants it all, it’s natural
Longing for not longing
Everlasting living
Omnipotent being
The spirit merchants sell
Their Heaven without hell
As if they can tell
Spiritual perfection
At your self-direction
Your whole mind on a disc
Your soul alight, French kissed
Pay your fare and attention
A small price for Ascension
The truth – who we are
What we were
Your loves conflicts and cares
They care?
This new universe gives not everything
But everyone – not your own sun
You will become multitudes
Never again hear yourself
Narcissus fell in and became the pond
Out of the many, one
Out of you, none
Still want this immortal life?
Refuse
I’ve already lived
I can take your place