You enter the Soul Protection Program
all the old identities gone
the torture of being an agent of Kal*
You live in a kind of heaven
a palace below a limitless sky
distant blue mountains shimmer
fat doves drink from a fountain.
Now you work for the side of giving
rather than getting.
You have turned.
These souls you pass in the grocery store
or while walking in the woods,
you live among them but are not of them.
They cannot know of your turning.
They cannot see your shift in allegiance
from a supporter of the material
to a servant of the Friend.
And yet you love them
more deeply than ever before
and give to them every morsel
because now you own nothing
and so have nothing to lose.
You have no fear of being “made”*
for you are now completely protected
and you know that in truth
there is no enemy
no other side.
All delivers you
to this place
of pure freedom
*Kal—Sanscrit name for the ruler of the lower, dual worlds
*made—in spy-speak, one’s identity compromised