[JustBe]

To the tiny child full of might
Expressing its truth in plain sight
Is often thought, as a child who rebels
Often you’ll see, in time, expelled
By society, parents, by the norm
Yet all the while this child was born
With eyes that see, as it only sees
With feelings that feel, unlike you or me
Uniquely gathered through the stream of its lives
Born into this circle amidst truth and lies
Amidst the bombardment of faces, faces that hide
The truth as this child feels, the truth as it sees
Caught in the chaos, this unwelcome breeze
It passes through all of us, as children it steals
Little by little it becomes our field
When the world around us, in all its divide
Slowly but surely melds into our lives
Laying over our hearts, laying deep in our tears
This chaos is built, inside as our fears
The world in its torment, the world as it is
The suffering, the casualties in all ways it lives
Extends into each of us, in ways we can only know
When your conscious and aware of yourself fully in this flow
In your dismissive assumptions, or your blame or your guilt
Hidden inside you, lays the suffering it’s built
In some form, in some way, it’s there deep inside
Formed from the beginning, laid to rest when you die
So how will this death meet you? How will you end?
The suffering you’ve become from the hands of all men
Death in each moment as the witness you are
Can gauge deep inside yourself and look at ever scar
Become conscious of ‘I am’ that’s me
Let the greater depth of suffering change your entire reality!