How Do You Do

When I have come through clearly and strongly, 

The first voices I hear clearly, mark my soul dearly, 

Are my fathered feathered friends saying, “How do you do?”

They always come to make sure I am ok. 

They tell me they will never leave me, hopefully you, too. 

They have asked twice, have I been here before

And promise they will never leave me, and walk me through the first door, 

Though I always have fear, like never before,

That has never been true.

Saying it has only been twice

Is my first lie to you.

Sometimes after coming through for a minute or two, 

Getting sad about what sent me back --you should be worried to-- 

I will get a blessed warning from a brother 

Of the opening, telling me to be careful too.

Repeatedly, this last time, they have warned me, 

Just like other brothers and sisters, many of them, too,

Leaders of the light ones. Look after the young ones, 

Step to the side to give them space to grow or two 

Allowing them enjoyment of freedom of light, space to do, go, be and grow

The other ones -- don’t discount, they are looking after you as well-- 

Are the brothers and sisters of all,

Ones who warn me to remember that even when you give

Something to somebody else, that you still should be careful 

Of the others that look trustworthy or else.

Ones from Sacred Hell warn me to stay centered or else.

One day I hope all will see this, I really pray all day,

It has always been the only way,

This is what I am thinking, I have been here before, this and that door, 

But this time I am here like never before. 

The sky is the limit, I am on my own time,

I just can not let go and will never waste another minute or line, 

I am here to stay and hope you are ok