Programming runs deep
Like the roots of a tree in the earth
Let this poem
Reveal the illusion
Behind jobs---
A form of modern day slavery
In a package
That promises success
But yet it never fulfills the soul
Jobs are not your purpose
It is a human construct
Built for control
To keep you trapped
And distracted from listening
To the guidance of your inner voice
Your purpose lies in your soul
The quiet moments
When you’re not rushing
To check off your to do list
And doing nothing
What others call lazy
But this is when your soul speaks
When you feel safe enough
To break open and dance
To use your voice
To shatter the false churches
That worship God
As a figure in the sky
Who banishes those
With sins running in their veins
You didn’t come here to grow old
Chasing the next paycheck
You came here to reflect
Your kaleidoscope of colors
Hidden in every cell of your being
For the flame within you is eternal
