WEEKLY POEM FOR HUMANITY: IDENTITY

“Will you allow Us to be your eye?

Will you allow Us to be you?

A baby is born and it lets out a cry,

Calling for the return of The Divine’s eye,

Calling for the return of its familiar knowing

That it is merely a soul that is consistently glowing.

And the baby starts to see

And hear

And touch

And then starts to wonder: maybe it isn’t enough.

As through its senses, it starts to experience

The world outside of it; not as a delirium

But the experience of the world seems to be tangible

And that the life of eternity seems unfathomable.

The baby starts to forget its place

As now it is in the realm of time and space.

And then this baby grows into a child

And emotions and ego start to run wild

And all of its discomfort is calling it to know

That it is indeed the soul that glows.

But it is told,

And conditioned,

And forms the perception

That this world isn’t just a reflection

But that the experiences it has are what is true

And, therefore, it must shape its identity anew.

And then this child grows up and falls in love

And for a moment it soars like a dove

But then its heart is broken –

Was that love experience merely a token?

But then they go to the world, searching around,

Looking for the love that they once had found

And in that journey and search they are left in despair,

That their broken heart they cannot repair,

As they look for the Band-Aid, to cover up the cracks

When, all along, the soul is just yearning to come back.

But the person no longer knows their Source

And so, they continue through life on a wandering course

And on this journey, in this travel, there are all the signs

That point them back to that moment in time

Before they entered into this world of separation,

And even if they are lost, the soul is still in appreciation

That there is the perseverance and effort and strife

As one continues to fulfil their purpose in life,

Which is to return, and know what you are,

And that you glow brighter than any star,

And that you are The Lover,

And you wipe away the pain,

And all of your struggle wasn’t in vain –

It was to turn your attention back to your light

So you light up the world

And it can shine so bright.

Thank you.”

For Humanity, Volume 1 by Lubna Kharusi

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