Stepping Out

Sitting, listening to Stevie Wonder,
I realized I didn't feel my hands.
As often as I'd tried to leave this plane,
I'd done it in the middle of the day.

It's easier than I had thought before--
No meditating, simply letting go.
I hovered, feeling suddenly complete,
And knew that I had come into my own
(The world is meant for people who can walk,
The universe for people who can fly).

A while back, I heard my spirit say
"You're not allowed to die." And now I know
Just what he meant. When I release my life
I'll simply open my third eye and see
The way things really are. They're right who say
El Amor es Ciego, but there's more
Than sight with which a person can percieve.

Love, though blind, is in itself a sense.
And when I learn to use it, you will look
For me and I'll have disappeared--