Sons and daughters of the first born,
From original source we were all shorn.
Progeny of the brightest stars,
All were unwitting avatars.
Look out at the world
Into which we were hurled,
Flung from the quiver
Each a message to deliver,
Now struggle to stand
In this dark hinterland.
No longer can we hide
Behind eyes now open wide.
The oldest of souls,
Living truths will extol,
Dropping wisdom of the ages
Like pearls from the sages.
They endeavor to bring unto (wo)man
The true vision of the master’s plan.
Your so-called truths need some revision,
There never was a spiritual division.
On shoulders to bare an original sin,
No wrong was done by ancestral kin.
This world given to us to explore and tame,
We were not sent here to swim in shame.
This an untruth you were sold
To shackle the beings created so bold.
Fret not about the wrongs and rights,
We all experience the dark and the light.
Whether good or bad not for you to perceive,
The fruit has not fallen so far from the tree.
On different paths we are set to learn,
Another’s lesson is not your concern.
If your eye offends you then pluck it out.
That decision for others, not what you’re about.
Judge not as we have long been told,
Or henceforth you will be judged ten-fold.
With false honor we cry eye for an eye,
But this my brethren is yet another lie.
The truth was revealed; even babes know,
You only will reap that which you will sow.
Whether walking in love or in earthly malice,
The same you will drink from the golden chalice.
Ego untamed that villain of old,
In truth this is your pot of gold.
Universal conscience the contingency plan,
Your individual beauty your ego-(wo)man.
Whether wide is the path or narrow the way,
Who among us can absolutely say.
Undeniable truth for one and for all,
It’s pride alone that will cause you to fall.
Refusal to seek your truth that’s within,
Finds feet that are pathless again and again.
These pearls stolen by antiquity thieves,
Time to get up now; off your knees.
It’s not for you to bow and cower,
Earthly presence of the highest power.
Sons and daughters of the first born,
Original source is that which we mourn.
Progeny of the brightest stars,
We all are now fallen avatars.
About the Creator
Ginny M. Jones
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