I Smile Like A Flower

There’s A Morning When Presence Comes Over Your Soul. You Sing Like A Rooster In Your Earth-colored Shape. Your Heart Hears And, No Longer Frantic, Begins To Dance.

They Try To Say What You Are, Spiritual Or Sexual? They Wonder About Solomon And All His Wives. In The Body Of The World, They Say, There Is A Soul And You Are That. But We Have Ways Within Each Other That Will Never Be Said By Anyone.

There Are Many Winds Full Of Anger, And Lust And Greed. They Move The Rubbish Around, But The Solid Mountain Of Our True Nature Stays Where It's Always Been.

The World Is Like A Courtroom, With God As Our Judge. We Are Called Upon To Fulfill Our Covenant With God, Who Asked, "am I Not Your Lord?" To Which We Answered, "yea." And Since Here On Earth We Are On Trial, Our Every Word And Action Form The Witness To And The Evidence Of That Agreement.

Love Comes Of Its Own Free Will, It Can't Be Learned In Any School!