You cannot blame
hypocrisy on those
Who cannot listen
to their own truths
You cannot hold someone
accountable to their actions
Until you can be
accountable for your own
You cannot see
what is in plain sight
If you vision is contaminated
by your own appearance
You cannot claim to be
a philanthropist
When giving accompanies
a powerful motive
Words fall to earth,
Weighted by the gravity
Of their intent
Ricocheting off the opinions
Of the observer,
The unevolved individual
Who deems himself worthy
Of adding his own content
Moulding the message
To serve his own meaning,
Creating a new translation,
Now just an echo
Of the truth
His heart screaming
At his spirit to stop
Muting its purpose,
Of ignoring
The lessons
Being taught
The intuitive mind floats adrift from our thoughts
Yet in harmony with its coastal tide
At one with the unfolding, natural course
The point where your truth, it cannot hide
The intuitive mind cannot be coerced
Nor reached through intelligence alone
Impressions are formed, they light up the dark
In oneness, you need never atone
The intuitive mind has no motive in life
No outcome it seeks to reveal
It flows with the cycles and rhythm of time
To bring forth, what you cannot conceal
The intuitive mind has compassion and love
Stands evolved, with humility in place
Understands we’re all human, expanding within
Contentment reached, with dignified grace
shiny pebbles 