Homeowner's Association

What is right and what is wrong

Am I a joyful noise or a spiteful gong

A wayward wind or a righteous song

Its tune depends on the receiver

Fear not the sound that you have heard

Truth springs forth from every word

Awakening the conscious-stirred

Who calls themselves a believer

The freedom to know truth in themselves

Like pulling ancient books off of the shelves

The wisdom into each one of us delves

I find scripture written within me 

See, things do grow in sidewalk cracks

Forgotten, except for those who ask

And also those that have the knack

For tasking what 'ought' should be

From there to seek out, weed, and pull

What naturally would grow to full

Instead separate, shiv, and hull

And sever all its blooming

Sure, it's not a garden, and yet

To not know is still greater a threat

Consciousness is not a "give" or "get"

My soul it is consuming

So then we in conjugation

Better off in separation

Or instead complementation

Though we may not agree

I am never apart from the Divine

Its knowing, its energy, therein my spine

The will is not yours, but mine

To create what I should be

I am but the daffodil

Bulbous and yet growing still

Finding my way, wherever and will

Determined I will grow

Despising fines and subjugation

My god is not the homeowners association

I'm not here for propagation

That's only for me to know

But I was not sown in decrepit soil

From that concept, I recoil

So I will grow and will not spoil

Grounded and rooted, I will stay

And by conviction, follow the call within

Though shunned, heralded the greatest 'sin'

So much that when you do not even want to call me kin

It will all be okay

TWS