ReSee, as to ReSpect: look again;
our guide to live a way truly sane.
Life, with a fully living perception;
an aimed path beyond deception.
ReSee, as to ReSpect: look again;
Imagine if we encouraged our Youth
with an indomitable Love for Truth.
And how to be Courageously Strong,
rather than fear of all that is wrong.
Truly Knowing that they are Blessed,
and still thus if woefully distressed.
This Light of Life upon all bestowed;
may it so sustain each Unique Ode.
Your ship has no other Captain but you,
yet Integrity failure invites a nasty crew.
Uncorrected, mutiny surely takes place;
inner Sovereignty thus falls from Grace.
The magical being tamed and hijacked,
animated by a Soul shackled, yet intact.
Locked away as an invaluable treasure,
an energy source beyond any measure.
And compass-ion is reduced to silence,
yielding way for the tyranny of violence.
In the mirror a stranger is looking back;
for how long will we allow such attack?
Is Courage the Virtue of a time bygone,
or will we endure what has to be done?
To stand in face of suffering and strife,
with our Hearts wide open to all of Life.
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.
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?
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.
Friendship is antithesis to service by lip;
the friend valued above the relationship.
A wholehearted aim for each to be free,
by illuminating blind spots we don’t see.
“Tell me truth, but only the way I want it”
is for such a communion utmostly unfit.
If we realize what is ultimately our best,
we may meet life in a way truly blessed.
Feelings are of mind, emotions by the heart;
ever seeking each other, yet strangely apart.
If the energies in motion aren’t properly felt,
how can these companions creatively melt?
Likewise with happiness ungrounded in joy;
an endeavour made from a disastrous ploy.
The dance between conveyed and received,
determining every manifestation conceived.