What You Cannot See

Some may say
I have no morals
Because I was not given The Book
To some I will be forever damned when I’m six feet under

When I was lost and searching for a quick fix
I yelled at god
And thought the line was too busy
When at first I got no answer
However,
I know now I was not meant to have the right number
Because I have never even heard a dial tone

When I was not lost nor searching for anything but life itself
Teachers presented themselves
Barefoot and ragged
But happy as bright as moonlight
They brought with them a then visible energy
Ancient mystic whispered, sang, and yelled
Through smiling mouths of the modern gypsy
I discovered the wild the way few humans ever do
My world had been opened
But that flame snuffed out under the blanket of modern society

I cannot hear the trees anymore
See the aura of a friend
Or feel the pull of the goddess moon
The only magic I experience now is
The beat of my heart on my chest
As powerful and constant as waves crashing against rock

Some may say
I have no morals
Because I was not given The Book
To some I will be forever damned when I’m six feet under
But in my eyes life has no instruction manual or map
No matter who the author says he is.