My deep well

When it is all said

And the other, which words can not express seeks to divulge

With no sense of how to escape,

We drown.

Over-consume and drown.

The road easily taken

The wide path.

We drown, it is easy

It is a constant battle.

The cure we know

To unwrap it is unknown.

We seem to not know enough to keep it at bay.

Take 3 steps forward take 4 back

Then 2 forward then 1 back

At least there is a depth,

The movement has created a deep well.

You decide what to fill it with.

The You is still

Judge wisely

Seek to still the well

While constantly striving to keep it full.

How deep and wide

I know not, all I know is it is very deep.

Cry and laugh.

O love, what is more beautiful

What I need human you can not give.

The Whom is, shall fill it if it pleases.

All I know is I am loved and I love greatly.

Love that’s all I need.

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The righteous

They are the righteous ones.

They lead it all, coercing the poor in spirit to take part.

They are ready to condemn,

Ready to make you feel small and ashamed because you don’t fit the ball.

They are always on time,

Not a second late.

When you fall,

O when you fall on the way to one of their many events,

They will pass you by because they need to get there to make sure the flowers have arrived.

They are the righteous ones.

They are strong and confident.

They keep the institution going.

They are blessed with that special kind of grace.

They are blessed with all the finery.

They scream royalty.

They are the righteous ones.

They mean well but the job needs to be done, you say.

Are we not the job?

Our reality

Do they really see me?

To them I only fit into a version of their reality.

I’m I a wholesome being with a mind, heart and lungs.

With skin, a nose and toes.

They will never truly see me

I can strive to see you.

I truly see you.

I see your soul and how much you are struggling with your existence. Some times I don’t see you.

Some times you are only part of my very tainted reality.

My sinful and prideful self.

Don’t clap for me! What have I done?

What hope did I bring?

Did I raise you high consistently until you knew where you belonged?

Did I succumb to the masses or did I take the long and narrow path that led to my freedom.

Do I truly see myself?

Do I truly see this temple and this soul that needs nourishment.

That needs catering.

That desires nought but your Divine grace and love.

If I truly saw I don’t think I will abuse these creations you have gifted me with.

Do I truly see you? Do I truly know you?

Do I truly realise how you never fail in your promises or similar to the Israelites at the time of Moses enroute to the promised land, do I sidetrack and selfishly turn away after you have just shown me your beauty?

Which I don’t truly see because I am not fully seeing you.

I am only seeing you as a part of my messed up reality.