HUMANIFESTO OF FREEDOM
Gerard Kelly
The third of three meditations

I want to be a grace guerrilla, no longer a chameleon of karma;
the time has come to stand out from the crowd.
I want to give forgiveness a fighting chance of freeing me,
to live in love and live it out loud.
I want to drink deep of the foolishness of wisdom
instead of swallowing the wisdom of fools,
to find a source in the deeper mines of meaning.
I want to search out the unsearchable, to invoke the invisible,
to choose the truths the TV hypnotists aren’t screening.

No camouflage, no entourage, no smoothly fitting in.
I want a faith that goes further than face value
and a beauty that goes deeper than my skin.

I want to be untouched by my possessions
instead of being possessed by what I touch,
to test the taste of having nothing to call mine,
to hold consumption’s cravings back,
to be content with luck or lack, to live as well on water as on wine.
I want to spend myself on those I think might need me,
not spend all I think I need on myself.
I want my heart to be willing to make house calls.
Let those whose rope is at an end find in me a faithful friend.
Let me be known as one who rebuilds broken walls.

No camouflage, no entourage, no smoothly fitting in.
I want a faith that goes further than face value
and a beauty that goes deeper than my skin.

I want to be centred outside the circle, to be chiseled from a different seam.
I want to be seduced by another story and drawn into a deeper dream,
to be anchored in an undiscovered ocean, to revolve around an unfamiliar sun,
A boom box tuned to an alternate station, a bullet fired from a different gun.

No camouflage, no entourage, no smoothly fitting in.
I want a faith that goes further than face value
and a beauty that goes deeper than my skin.