Our original wound is created at birth
An inevitable part of coming to earth.
When our spirit exists on a much higher plane
Sending part ourselves as a soul causes pain
For the soul that is old is now helpless in need
Of saviors to care and be there, intercede.
There’s no way around it this wound must exist
To be grounded on earth our soul has to twist
And turn for an Ego to form in polarity
As our Id soon descends into sleep and disparity
The Ego continues it’s quest to create
A fantasy world to distract and sedate
But old souls set alarms to awake from their sleep
To rouse the unconscious with wounds that are deep
Because boiling beneath our Ego’s reality
Festering, unconscious rage, and brutality
Creates hell on earth that All of us share
But most are asleep and can’t feel it there.
So how do we heal this and help those who sleep?
Quit searching for saviors and comforts to keep
From feeling the truth of our rage, hurt, and shame.
This stops our projection as well as self blame.
Then starts the truth process of grieving to heal.
Id and Ego unite, back to souls that are real.
And because we’ve united our light and our dark
We will be able to find there’s a spark
Of Love In our heart that we’ve kept from our birth
To ignite, heal our wound, and in turn heal the earth.