people are only as beautiful
as you allow them to be.
they only blossom into what you imagine
if they are astute enough to see what you see.
no one knows their own Self;
we are inter-dependent, alone, unschooled.
but by the way we are treated, and how we react,
we create our own Self, and our own set of rules.
some of us are skinny and bullied.
some, the opposite, large, dark, or foreign.
but with each, we retreat into familiar habits,
it is all we know, as fact, as quorum.
comforts are myriad; our Familiars.
we will all try to remain the same.
for all we know is who we think we are,
until a happenstance causes us to change.
we will do just about anything for a Love;
we so hunger to be fed some more.
for the spark of the speak that depicts our Soul
is the portal, the gate we adore.
tell me who i am in your eyes!
let me be all that i can be!
never knowing that all the while it’s our own Self
that is the root, and the fruit, of what we perceive.
oh, yes, others are a great impetus.
but it takes a strength to call it your Own.
some discount it as ego, as if that is bad,
but in truth, it’s only how you are known.
for only then do you live in your own Light.
and only then, do your own Shadow know.
and the light that emits from this Possession
is the only Path by which you can grow.
past, present and future come together
as you step into, and command, your own realm.
it’s all of a flow, it is everything you know,