Well here we are In these decaying meat suits Discussing just how Uncomfortable they are Cancer, arthritis, migraines, And everything else imaginable And yet if we wanted We could be free No water and food For 3 or 4 days Then slip gently into the beyond But we don't
And as the conversation continues About loneliness and grievances Blah, blah, blah My soul winks at yours Our souls know We aren't victims We aren't these meat suits We are just bellyaching Sharing our intimate selves To illicit sympathy, compassion Companionship To fulfill unmet needs
But these needs Can never be fulfilled on Earth Our souls are nestled In the womb of God Perfectly perfect You do know we can shift From the dense energy Of the body's "woe is me" To the faster heart energy With love for all beings To the stillness and peace Of the soul?
So if it seems like I've check out I haven't It's only that my soul And yours are already free Dancing and giggling And my energy Doesn't want to leave that party To be stuffed into My aching meat suit To meet with your Battered meat suit
So let's just acknowledge That our meat suits are decaying It is inevitable But our souls are whole Let us only soak up This present glorious moment And not start the downward spiral Into the body's dense energy Or this old woman Will advise you-- Just stop drinking and eating You'll feel better soon...