When I start with I
I know separation
The urge to point
To preach rather than teach
Fingers forward
Yet
I, myself lacking reflection
My soul outside
Holding onto survival
Cornered beast
The balance remains without I
Resurfaces when my thirst sits with content
When I start with I
I know the removal of self
The need to decipher
To hold others to the cross
My eyes judging
Yet
I,myself lacking redemption
My soul exposed
Holding onto knowledge for dear life
Trapped butterfly
The center clearer when I sit with both
Revival when I accept the rivers of time
SIMPLE WORLD 