the floor of mistaken identity

How shall you then know meaning

taking all the glory that god has given you

and imputing it into a machine

in hopes of recognition

in hopes of a reward

to feed the basest of your desires.

To find the sacred within

requires a rebellion against the forces

that long for you to conform to acceptable.

Words fall short,

memories, emanating from the source

of your cosmic seed beckon

and seek to guide you to the meaning

of action taken with the intention

of his salvation.

I am the offering

I shall guide you onto a path of meaning.

I have been granted this recognition at birth,

to be a guidepost

to adhere to the inner calling

a way of being that shall not be gained

by seeking advantage from without.

The fruits of this labor shall be given

from the tree of your life.

Seek and ye shall find.

Sit, kneel, prostrate before the effigy of your liege lord,

She/he/they who have given you your cosmic vessel

through which you experience

the ever resplendent glory of manifestation

take the dagger of sacrifice and lay open 

your insides

so that your false self may bleed 

upon the floor of mistaken identity.