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Listen Within

wizanda

One Accepts All Religious Texts
Premium Member
A daimon and a genius,
Is it ingenious?
When it’s so misunderstood,
That it’s become precarious.
A daimon relates,
Where ego begets.
A genius finds,
Solutions entwined;
Secrets and mysteries,
Found in your mind.
Daimons have got us in a bind,
We’ve forgotten how they were assigned.
List a few to remind,
How easy they are maligned.
Satan means an accuser,
Not some hell sent abuser.
Devil means a slanderer,
Not some unholy commander.
Their minions related,
Partially integrated,
Yet not so well designated:
Intimidator,
Interrogator,
Aloof and Poor me,
All relating for profit we see.
Yet lets add some more,
That do abhor:
A debater,
A mocker,
A scoffer,
And clown,
All take your heart,
And smash it on the ground.
There is maybe more we’ve missed,
So please write a list,
And will add it to this.
So on to bliss,
Explaining contrast,
Holding to light,
That will last.
A genius wasn’t a person,
Yet the spirit sent to guide;
That leads from the inside,
To help you decide.
Yet with fear and contracts,
Holding people back,
Often they see this as a lack,
And the other as their tract.
Thus listing genii could also be applied,
Hopefully leading to what is implied.
So when people lied,
Notice you heard the slide;
After you were told,
It all was snide.
A problem and solution,
Whilst sleeping expands,
That unless in meditation,
Ego withstands,
Almost like sometimes, it’s taken over command.
Until a word slips our tongue,
Open & listen, a new word sprung.
It’s learned by being young,
To instinctively walk in the sun;
Where your instincts aren’t wrong,
As you’ve learned the song is always sung,
From deep within your lung,
In your heart, where you begun.​
 
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