PORTAL OF YOUR SOUL
Oh ye lost children, so busy with your plans
So embittered,
So unknowingly lonely,
So damaged,
So willingly blind,
So desperately unconscious.
On a hair trigger you stay ready to lash out at
any and all who might impede your goals.
With walls of bitterness you preclude
understanding of each other.
With retribution you assault those who would
teach,
your words eschew healing or compassion.
So your faces reflect your self-imposed exile,
Grim and determined,
Scowling and taut,
until social situation dictates donning the mask
of a smile.
So unnecessary, so unnecessary,
almost all your suffering.
Such a small dose of compassion and tolerance
would go so far.
You are too busy talking to listen to your own
heart.
Such lessons it could teach!
Accept your loneliness, learn from it,
That you may pass through it.
Slaves one and all, enslaving each other,
society trapped in illusions and delusions.
Little wonder anger and bitterness permeate the
moments of honesty,
when you can doff the smile,
when the daily charade can momentarily cease.
There, in the moments before exhausted
non-sleep,
listen,
listen to your heart,
listen to the distant music that would enter the
world
through the portal of your soul.
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