The Currency of the Soul

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What is wealth?
Is it coin of the realm?
Could love be wealth?

Is it held in your soul?
The spirit of your actions, where your mind dwells.

Words stick like honey they tickle the ears.

Feelings of loyalty keep a fragile peace.
Lost in defending a position instead of seeing what's at play.

A touch may be ignored when anticipating grief.
Poverty of thought may dim your way.
You may think you see when you do not.
Darkness consumes what is hard fought in just a blink.

Satisfaction rarely comes easy. What survives time,
doesn't stand as worthy alone. Suffering gives you no right.
Proof isn't enough alone to breathe truth to cause.

Sacrifice a price that is forgotten when in fervor of loss.
Loyalty to identity over knowing a supple heart the true cost.

Ignore the greater picture, and you'll lose sight of yourself.

Don't allow your impulses to guide you toward a single governance,
person, or custom. Allow your choice to come from within.

You're deepest voice is a guide. Are you quite enough to listen?

For wealth isn't your pay, nor owning a stake.
It isn't placing a bet with anyone who says they know the way.

Wealth is a collection of choices, the thoughts your world makes.
For when you guide others to themselves you find your place.

To be humble means at times you will be wrong.
Keep your heart for the carousel will swing by pride.
Pride is not to hold for it blinds you to grace, where love dwells.

Two sides may go to war,
each loving their families,
their sisters and brothers.
Do they fight for love?

Sacrifices must be made.
Always remember for whom.
Is it just, to yourself are you true?
While oppression breeds oppression.

Love, peace, and unity,
are the product of vigilance.
Not a lure to yoke the sorrowful.

Stand in breach if you must,
for it is never easy.
Just remember,
wealth is held in the heart, not a purse.

Aaron Baker