According to my studies
There is a realm of pure energy
Which isn’t hot to the touch
Or blinding from the outside like the sun.
It’s not a punching fist
Or a hammer driving nails.

According to my studies
There is an energy you can feel
If you go to a place and rest there
And feel your personal boundaries
Dissolving.

You cease to feel isolated.
You cease to feel distinguished.
Your fierce pride is gone,
And your fierce anger.
Your heart melts.
It is an enduring flame
Warm enough
To inspire every cold heart.

Bright in the spirit
You are giving without fear
Of being exploited.
Bright in the spirit
You introduce yourself to people
Even though you aren’t ordinary.
Your handicap isn’t a block anymore.

Your unusual skin color
Doesn’t make you feel afraid.
You are a duck in a lakeful of swans
Or
You’re a swan in a lakeful of ducks.
Your energy helps to convert them
So they lose the xenophobia
Of brute beasts
Or naive children.

It is the energy of intelligence you see
As you intelligently solve a problem
You couldn’t solve before.
You see a light come on inside.
In your body you feel a surge of power.

According to my studies
The mystical insight
Is just intelligence at work.
You see the light of intuition,
The energy by which you get flashes
Of insight.
It’s not your reasoning power.
It’s not power of memory.
It’s a power which links you and me
Together
If we have become linked together
In the way that some people are.
The answer to your problem exists.
But to obtain the answer
You need
Intuition.

In your cradle
You yourself were a mystery.
Your personal potentials
May not yet all be known.
By sensing this energy
You will
Become a more powerful
Person.

No person can stand alone for long.
The talented person needs to link with others
Whose talents are complementary.
Writer and publisher must meet.
Student and teacher must relate.
The baby’s body must yield to fit
The body of a loving caregiver,
Whose body too must soften, to
Teach the message which
Relaxed muscles teach.

Throughout human history
There’s been enslavement and war
By the use of hard muscles.
There’s also been the domestication
Of servant animals.
The kind animal keeper is soft
With his animals.
He cares for them.
The hard-muscled man whips them
As well as other people.
His will to power isn’t intelligence.

The common idea today is “beat the competition.”
The beautiful girl is courted by
Many handsome men.
The finest piece of real estate
Can be bought only by a rich person.
To obtain a good position you
Must beat others who strive to fill
The same slot.
Many starving pigs
Fight over access to
The same narrow feeding trough.

We all can see there’s enough
Wealth to be spread around.
There’s enough food to feed all the
People.
But hard muscle
Is what children are taught by,
And stiff competition.
The ways of past generations
Continue without change.
Yet prophets have said
That the change
Oh the change
Yes the change
Soon the change
Is gonna come!

Before it is shaped
The iron bar is thrust
Into a hot, roaring fire.

The iron glows
Yellow before the burly-muscled blacksmith
Begins to shape it
On his great anvil.

Physical forces concentrate
In the intelligent
Blacksmith to create
A new form out of the old form.

In reality every physical form is soft
And changes over time.
In reality all that is changeless
Is the blacksmith
And the blacksmith is the body of natural laws.

The blacksmith is a metaphor
And the “iron man” is a delusion.
The man who is hard-muscled
Is battling against real space time
And all it contains,
And the culture of soft and kind children
Is the strong, enduring one.

Age after age after age
There have been teachers of The Law.
Hard people do not listen,
And hard people have beaten the soft.
Today, hard people rule.
Hard people rule with
Their hired hands armed with guns.

The rich nation like the rich man
Can find hard muscled men
Who add to their physical power
The power of advanced weaponry.
But their rule isn’t by intelligence.
Physical force doesn’t prove
What is right and true.

What is right and true
Sets you free.
You perceive with intelligence
As never before
The essence of you and me.

The truth makes you healthier
In your bones, eyes, ears, and muscles,
In your feet, hands, mouth, and skin.
The truth even helps you grow
In intelligence, intuition, and insight.
You feel these attributes growing
As you let your whole body grow softer.

It’s not that you don’t work.
It’s just that between swings of the maul
You feel relaxed and in tune and slow
And you can wield the heavy hammer
blow after blow after blow after blow
Longer and longer and longer.

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