Essentiality at risk of being lost,
as we seek equality at any cost.
If we are forced to be the same,
the unique spirit emerges tame.
Without the capacity for seeing,
the ever innate value of a being.
While measured and restrained,
may true humanity be retained?
Essentiality at risk of being lost,
Escape from Responsibility;
the grand exercise in futility.
In the web of lies we weave,
it is ourself we truly deceive.
As the ‘my freedom’ illusion;
a union forged in confusion.
Our shared plight is aligned;
we’re all deeply intertwined.
Only a way for all to be Free
protects the right to Liberty.
Welcome once more Black Friday!
Abundance of stuff to carry away;
any desire for those willing to pay!
Business temples in deep prayers,
ever welcoming all devout payers.
Never you mind those nay-sayers!
Come and join this glorious creed;
preach loudly the gospel of greed,
and grab stuff you will never need!
Think of all the well-saved money;
offerings laced with sweet honey!
The prospects indeed look sunny!
Sure, it might have a hidden price,
like a Trojan Horse filled with lies,
but all that you can buy is so nice!
Careful with whom or what you pray to;
an invitation for another to prey on you.
Idols, fallen preachers & false teachers;
energy-sucking leechers, vile creatures.
As the vampires of our ancient folklore;
eager, awaiting a willingly-opened door.
Ever seeking for an unprotected centre,
lacking integrity to sort what may enter.
Euthanized time is sugarsweet remorse;
mere boredom made delightfully worse.
Elated amnesia from start to end of line;
the race out of place so unbearably fine.
This perfect storm of cope and let cope;
all hope high–strung by a noose of rope.
Dear acquaintance, what may go wrong,
with a tried and tested recipe so strong?
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.
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.