What is in our heart when the world whispers otherwise?
What is in our heart when all we see is compromise?
What is in our heart when our head shouts hardship?
What is in our heart when distraction is our worship?
What is in our heart when intelligence is used as a weapon?
A competition, a mission to climb to the top,
Don’t stop climbing, allow those bodies to drop.
Justify, that is the only way towards progress.
Nullify, that which knows it is a regress.
Forget, they say, what you know to be true,
That secret that we’ve buried deep inside of you.
What is in our heart when so much points the other way?
Fame and glory, tell a story to a crowd and bask in their bow.
Now, finally, you are recognised, but not long after you realise
That you need more, for the adulation has ceased its pour
And you are left poorer than ever before.
What is in our heart when love isn’t true?
You desperately seek someone’s attention,
Because you’re in a tension, so your in-tention is to
Alleviate your pain, a choice you made when you
Walked away from what kept you sane.
What is in our heart when we’ve been abused our whole life?
Rife with a thousand unseen stings, like the way we’re told we’re not kings.
Greater than that, we’ve even got wings! We’re told what to be
And unknowingly, we give up what makes us complete.
A deceit, a colossal lie, for too long we’ve covered our eye
Shy of our responsibility, that what is done to us is given equally.
What is in our heart when we choose to forget?
That once upon a time you weren’t separate,
Or in your own personal cesspit.
We were simple in our expression.
A form of love that just was.
And everything was known from that point.
What is in our heart?
Nothing more or less than the divine wholeness of the universe.
And yet here we are pretending otherwise.
So the question is not, “what is in our heart?”, for we all know the answer.
The question is, what’s not in our heart?
What’s not in our heart to take us away from what we are?
What’s not in our heart that destroys this avatar?
What’s not in our heart to reduce us from magnificence?
What’s not in our heart that takes us away from our sense?
What’s not in our heart that fools us so completely?
What’s not in our heart that convinces us so sweetly?
What’s not in our heart that inspires us to destroy?
What’s not in our heart that makes us think we enjoy?
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