My Soul Sits Deep

My Soul sits absorbed

Deep within my being

It brings motivation and meaning

To what becomes seen

 

Everything I am or do

Materializes from that place

Yet my soul remains unseen

In its internal space

 

The beauty

The perfection

Contained inside

 

The purity

The grace

Forced to hide

 

Behind a mask of language

And a cloak of beliefs

My Soul attempts to express

Yet it is taken by a thief

 

It bends and distorts

Who it wants me to be

It twists and denies

Who is the real me

Through no fault of another

This crime takes place

It is the imperfect patterns

Of our human race

 

Words, language

And systems of faith

The vehicles of expression

Of this internal space

 

Are taken as the truth

Instead of this great seed

That was planted and grows

Through some greater deed

 

Look deep into my eyes

And there you will see

The purity of God

Concealed in me

 

Now I am tired

And I must sleep

Or through my own laziness

I will cause others to weep

 

For I too am fooled

By the patterns of being

That cause me to think

What’s seen is what’s seeing

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[Jo Todd]

Man, I really like your writing. I don't write poetry well, but I like writing anyway.