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I thought it would be easy as
in my pain and anger I cried out
I inquired of Mohamed
but he said "see the Imam"
I then went looking for the Buddha
but he said' bring me something, anything"
Next I sought the seer
but he said" call me tomorrow"
Then I phoned the Rabbi
he said " not now, its the Sabbath "
Getting desperate I continued
searching for some-one real
The house of Vishnu was empty
and no one was home
I then sent a text to the Jw`s
they said " we will be by tomorrow"
I looked in my newspaper
and all I found were empty words
My editor was off that day
and could not be reached, no matter what
Myself said to self,
"this does not look good" and wondered why
So then I channeled the ancients
who told me" go away, busy as hell, in hell "
The Pope was next
but all he wanted was a " confession"
Exasperated I went to the professors
who said " come back later, were evolving"
My representative would not deny me, I thought,
all he said was " what ? ? ? "
Now in consternation and out of time
I said to the self " I should try again "
The Kundalini was just around the corner
but it only said " keep on meditating"
Even Pokemon was approached
and all he said was " I no longer can"
Papa Smurf too came by
and he said " I am not your father "
All the others and more
who counted themselves wise
Came to me in manners good
and tried to make me see
That they and them and all and one
could not be to me
The one who was looked for
that gave me choice and manner free
For He hung upon a tree
and waited for me to come and see
That all that appears to be
are illusions far and wide, vanities you see
In all the voyages save one
there is a one that's true to be
Who all the others know so well
yet cast Him under
For they are those who seek
to govern, others in the tribe of man
But as I considered the obligations
it was the notions that did not abide
I reckoned this for that
and could not find an answer
Until I saw the seen
and parted with my illusions
And dead it was to me
a forgone conclusion, nothing more
Saved at last, saved at last
was all I said to the creatures
Made by men who forsook
their calling and only said,," no, no, no"
The minds of men are still to see
and more as light is shinning in
I called them heroes of the old
mighty men renown for valor
But all they said to me
was " conquer all and holler!"
So I was taken aback and left wondering
who it was that I should seek
In all my hunting's I did not consider
what the sages had to say
It was plain as day yet hidden still
Until my heart went searching
And in I went after the fact
that He came unto me and supped
And gave me rest from all the toil
and all He said was " follow me, follow me ! ".