Word

Rain pouring on my skin,

Song of deliverance reaching my inner voice

Fighting with the darkness, that

Long ago manipulated the echo of this love-struck reality,

Into a dissonant tune.

I was dressed as a prince but my thoughts

Were not noble ones, dying in a river of stupidity.

My head bribed my heart to feed this envy.

Envious of your life situation, of your possessions.

For I did not know how you related to every piece that

Made your living this way.

For my greed made me see your life as a collection,

Collection of fame, love, success, wealth.

I was blind.

You did not take this wealth for granted, as

Cherishing each relationship had so much more

Worth than the sum of your properties.

You were more involved in the stock of values you

Gave to your offspring than your capital.

For those who dont make noise about the aspects of

Their donation, are the ones living freely.

Free from the burden of having to be in the news

As a Saviour, for they dont even take this title

Practicing the power of giving in its purest form.

As soon as you release the pressure on your

Need to get more assets, or money.

You are free from the servitude it usually bring.

And you see it differently, leaving the house

Where complication is the host.

So dear brother, dear sister, wisdom is

Found right there, where you are not looking for it,

Better let the ring of your heart talk to your

Urge to be compassionate, rather than the need to

Pay attention to each word of hate coming from

Indifferent people around you. Seen?