How To Break Free (Rev) 6.9.2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

Slowly, so slowly this ponderous
day got underway, misjudged the
weather; freezing in skimpy pink –
bought a man’s long black sweater;

consciousness is a tool Seth says,
not the real we, learn to use it
perceptively – overcome restrictions
of ignorance and physical reality,
desire freedom, choose between
continuums of reality, being
slave of the physical, sensory
world is completely unnecessary

Life lived in one dimension of
impossibly repeated routines borders
insanity, insufferable - except for
mind-numbing pills to quell rebellion

believing humanity has higher calling
than occupational oligarchy, being
a salaried employee is a charade
– but, how to break free…