At the crossroads
Parallel lines of attention,
one being urge of the ego,
the other loosening tension,
preferring soulful musings slow,
playoff between chaos and bliss;
in both cases, a deep abyss.
If we feed the demon of lust,
trampling over those who are meek,
soul’s light ebbs due to acts unjust
and our auric field becomes weak
but if our head and heart align,
here and now we become divine.
At the crossroads what do we choose;
ego’s ruse or soul’s blissful muse?
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