Even if someone feels badly offended,
it doesn’t mean offense was intended.
If interaction has to be void of friction,
no expression may escape restriction.
Lest everybody’s eventually offensive,
and everyone is proactively defensive.
The honesty that we proclaim so dear,
will thus be shackled by crippling fear.
Such madness, unchecked, turns viral,
descending into a degenerating spiral.
Genuinity will suffer in such an abyss;
may we choose more wisely than this.
“I would, if it wasn’t for…”
This invisible prison door;
harboured fear at its core.
No start or a midway quit,
every aversion to commit;
a fruition is denied permit.
Awaiting the perfect time,
that might never be mine;
paradigm paralysis prime.
Imagine gossip as a case in a court of law;
the best anecdotal spectacle you ever saw.
The absent defence now dismissed as lies,
any presumption of innocence silently dies.
Not any subsequent return to one’s senses
can rein in all the damaging consequences.
Either way, the verdict spreads like wildfire,
unstoppable in spite of any contrary desire.
The Golden Rule is apophatically true:
Do not commit against another being,
what you wouldn’t want done to you;
a perspective shift that’s truly freeing.
By refusing to give power to violence,
the suffering isn’t further propagated.
“No” shatters the paralysis of silence;
Love for sanctity of Life is reinstated.
Tranquil, abiding with a fistful of phone,
enchanted by this dazzling screen-light,
lullabied by the sweet notification tone;
requiem for virtual dream to take flight!
Sensations going wild as it finally rings,
the loyal ear rushes valiantly to its side;
eager, anticipating any gossip it brings!
Alas, the salesman had little to confide.
Doing the same over and over again,
expecting different results is insane.
True if circumstances don’t change;
that would however be very strange.
Mastery rests firmly upon repetition,
where ability increases by condition.
Juvenile elephants are tied to poles;
too weak to resist their forced roles.
Still same rope as they grow strong;
a broken spirit will not rectify wrong.
What of our forfeits and inhibitions;
which stories fuel our submissions?
Ignorance is terrible poison for a Soul;
the antidote is Truth taken as a whole.
Even the sweetest of lie-induced bliss,
can not remain in the presence of this.
Any real integrity one aims at growing,
asks for commitment to true knowing.
If our reality is courageously revealed,
needless suffering may yet be healed.
For all of you who want to reign in Hell,
I got terribly disappointing news to tell:
That throne has countless contenders;
the true heirs thrive on you pretenders.
And as your usefulness certainly ends,
you will be backstabbed by old friends.
All that you so lust to have and control,
will turn to ash at the cost of your soul.
Must the whole world perpetually burn,
before you at long last accept to learn?
Lies have no power to really create,
only to corrupt, invert and simulate.
Convincing us that truth is not true,
making us forget what we all knew.
Ever the seemingly opposed sides;
obscuring where the trickery hides.
Heed which waters are thrown out;
here proverbial babies swim about.
Beliefs have proclivity to self-confirm;
we propagate the thoughts we affirm.
Not just any flights of fancy mind you,
but that which we deeply hold as true.
“No one deserves my unique wonder”
may truly be “unlovable” hiding under.
Real shadow work may serve us well;
the antidote to a self-maintained hell.