I saw my deep love in the royal wedding,
And I turned my face away from it.
I saw my heart in Mother Teresa,
And I shut off from it.
I saw my innate ability to heal in Edgar Cayce,
And out of respect, I shrunk from it.
And the world of love and peace that I could have created…
As I ran away from my own greatness.
I wrote this poem after spending a few days at Edgar Cayce’s Edgar Cayce Institute/Association of Research and Enlightenment. I kept feeling that the people who ran the Institute had such admiration for Edgar Cayce, that out of respect they were not even trying to be medically or socially intuitive. I kept thinking that was a terrible loss. How many people could have been cured of their illnesses if people allowed themselves to be as intuitive as Edgar Cayce. And thus this poem is born.