Every new ager´s opinion

One of the rules must be
love but without any cords, any parachutes
and at rock bottom no victim´s sentiment
have all the compassion in the world, do not want of need

Plank walkers in hypocrit boots, we are lovers
conditioned to need and scream for cover
To fashion strange armour to defend our vulnerable selves
to block the blows of a world obsessed with novelty

A world that would pay to see blood tears and sweat
Silence and reflection are out shone, when ours is a world too close to the sun
Compassion and warmth are frozen over, when ours is a world too far from the sun
And people demand on feasting on other´s dramas, blood spills on each season

But one of their rules must be
Love unconditionally
And philosophers from all corners grab their chins
at such a boast of impossibility

And shouting from every new age seminar pulpit
every house of the lord shakes with the sound of it
that´s your ticket to heaven buddy
don´t damn well rip it

And while we´re writing rules and righting wrongs
becoming sentimental fools for twisted love songs
Often lacking grease like needy tools, waiting our life long
bathing in our weaknesses,
we´re suddenly dry pretending to be Strong
Where´s your unconditional now?
take a deep sigh