
What Kind of Beast Are You?

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One last shot of Jimi’s finger magic, poured out through his wailing guitar, will alert the psychedelic zombies to the spirit vibrating across the airways.
The voodoo hippies will awaken to the call for a new renaissance strong, but no longer graced with Janis hot at the microphone.
The children of love will again rise up, as they no longer need a resurrection of John Lennon’s imagination to spur them on.
The slumbering flower power will awaken to destiny and descend like an angel to infuse one more hefty dose of love.
You are no imposter.
It is just that you cannot see
the promise of your being embryonic within thee.
You are no idiot.
It is just that you cannot see
all the treasures of wisdom buried deep within thee.
You are no demon.
It is just that you cannot see
all the despair and suffering festering hopelessly within thee.
You are no hypocrite.
It is just that you cannot see
all the love and compassion residing silent within thee.
You are no atheist.
It is just that you cannot see all the glory of God’s creation flowing within and through thee.