The judge

All you do is sit on high

And from your lofty perch

Rain down judgement on my soul

You are the voice of ‘reason’

Of so called ‘sanity’

Which is actually insane

From the point of view of the soul

But who sees from there

In a sick society that is chronically

Externally focused?

We who turn within

Who open up presence and the witness in our soul

Open too to your attacks

But they are not the voice of love or unity

But of fear and separation

That want to cleave us from healing

So judge

I will listen to you speak

But wont be hooked by what you say

I choose trust

I choose self belief

I choose love