It’s a shame that
shame is to blame
to cause one’s suffer, deepest pain
the bummer is - it will remain
in this vicious cycle of self-blame and shame
as long as your heart is a battlefield
as long as it holds up a masking shield
trying to block you from judgement cuts
but rather than to spill your guts
you’d spill your blood, pour it onto
Others who even didn’t cut you.
There’s no point in fighting
even not for some right thing
Rather pour some writing
of the words your heart is citing.
Pour your fears & vision
give your heart permission
to drop it’s shield, show face
admit, even embrace,
all its shames & pains
its most sensitive stains
are necessary, ordinary,
every heart’s got some to carry.
To heartly wish each other peace
it partly needs to know dis-ease
the more of it does know from the grounds
the more it does show how to vet deep wounds.
Look at nature - it agrees -
metaphorically always shows you these
powers of polarities -
and that balance holds the keys to peace:
Black as the darkest color can store
the most warmth held in its core
The dawn follows the darkest hour
In sorrow lies potential of power.
Clearest skies in coldest nights,
healing lies in scars of fights.
How truly are we - we can Not know
If the presence of which we are not doesn't show.
So what’s the point in picking sides
when all of god, of us, collides
only in wholeness, holy can be
in balanced bi-polarity
in harmony of ecstasy
Lastly to say: I want to pray
for all of us to realise
revise your weapons, your disguise,
rather than everyone learning protection
neglecting the yearning of true affection
rather than griplessly clasping our shields
I do believe the highest yields
is for us to drop our sword -
to go in peace, go with the lord.