by J. Lee
The Outer Nature Of Our Innermost Self
Show me them who deny responsibility,
And they who fail to see opportunity in the abyss.
Who mask fear through reason;
Who breathe their breath as though,
They too, deserve this breath
Without earning it for others.
Show me the man who takes hardship
And converts it to pity.
Though does not acknowledge his neighbor’s wounds.
Show me his gratefulness,
For it is skin deep.
Show me the man who fills his belly,
With the currency he will let you know he’s earned.
Who emptied his countryman’s reserves
In recognition of its weaknesses.
Show me his grin.
And it’s deformity within his spirit.
Show me them who shed tears of mourning,
And live in the shallow grave of their future
As though it too, has perished.
Show me their steps, if even faltered,
To arrive into truth.
Cyclical footprints which trudge no path
Will tread no wear.
Their security destroys them.
Show me the one who has seen his deformity,
Though weeds his garden none the less.
They who have directed abandonment to solicit unity.
Show me she who has buried her children,
Yet still carries the weeping souls
Who resent the stunted growth of their seed.
Her petals’ fragrance permeate,
As richly as her beds lay rest to the tears which inspired their life.
Show me the horizons you cannot see beyond,
And I will show you the infinite truths
That evidence the inflection of reality.
Where beauty is not skin deep.
Where death no longer takes lives.
And lives no longer seek death.
Show me you.
Show me, so you can see too.