Woman God & The World of Today

  A flapping tongue, a careless thing, On hasty winds, its insults fling. No wisdom guides its blustering flight, respect of mine it holds in lack, it holds no light. The Christ's own way, a peaceful guise, rejects the storm in vengeful skies. For violence yields but fleeting gain, While peace shall leave a lasting gain. For in that peace, a power lies. To navigate the chaos, with child’s care and freedom’s might.

  In shadows of unconscious deep, the ego hides, A silent puppeteer it presides. From conscious eyes it seeks disguise, Yet craves the world's admiring prize.   A god it sculpts of fleeting worth, And builds its status on this earth. With self-made rules, a twisted creed, It chases glory, sows the seed…   Of endless games for fleeting gain, Where hearts grow cold and souls feel pain. A hollow crown, a pyre of pride, Where victory's touch leaves no thing inside.   In stagnant pools of shared belief, Ego finds solace and relief. A passive dance, a collective game, Where comfort reigns, but dreams decease. No fertile ground found amidst. A veil they spin, Hiding the truth that lies within. For true ascent, a path unseen, Lies not in games, but behind the scene.