Listen Within

A daimon and a genius,

Is it ingenious?

When it’s so misunderstood,

That it’s become precarious.

A daimon relates,

Where ego begets.

A genius finds,

Solutions entwined;

Secrets and mysteries,

Found in our mind.

Daimons have got us in a bind,

We’ve forgotten how they were assigned.

List a few to remind,

How easy they are maligned.

Satan means an accuser,

Not some Hell sent abuser.

Devil means a slanderer,

Not some unholy commander.

Their minions related,

Partially integrated,

Yet not so well designated:

Intimidator,

Interrogator,

Aloof and Poor me;

All relating for profit we see.

Yet let's add some more,

That do abhor:

A debater,

A mocker,

A scoffer,

And clown;

All take our heart,

And smash it on the ground.

There is maybe more we’ve missed,

So please write a list,

And will add it to this.

So on to bliss,

Explaining contrast;

Holding to light that will last.

A genius wasn’t a person,

Yet the spirit sent to guide;

That leads from the inside,

To help us decide.

Yet with fear and contracts,

Holding people back;

Often they see this as a lack,

And the other as their tract.

Thus listing genii could also be applied;

Hopefully leading to what is implied.

So when people lied,

Notice we heard the slide;

After we were told it all was snide.

A problem and solution,

Whilst sleeping expands;

That unless in meditation,

Ego withstands,

Almost like sometimes,

It’s taken over command.

Until a word slips our tongue;

Open & listen,

A new word sprung.

It’s learned by being young,

To instinctively walk in the sun;

Where our instincts aren’t wrong,

As we’ve learned the song is always sung,

From deep within our lung,

In our heart where we begun.