Maybe because I learned to love myself unconditionally
that you find yourself hating the voice inside your head.
Does he or she send sounds of sirens like heated blood
pulsating your judgments instead?

Don’t chastise me….
Can’t you see, you haven’t enrolled in my class called
circumstance, by chance or have you?

Maybe because I accept you for whom you are without 
judgment calls of your replicated falls you seem to see yourself
constantly indulged in.  Like projected pins of pain, stretching
the truth to suit your imagination and your gain.

Don’t chastise me….
Can’t you see?  I have evolved into a person who just can’t 
be beat, nor will admit to your lies and deceit.  My hand has 
let go of all your hidden negative flows..

Maybe because I hold a position higher than any negative
barricades you build to satisfy your thirst for drama, or fill
your tension of elevated karma.  

Don’t chastise me, for life quenched your thirst, didn’t it? Or 
Are you proclaiming victim and hurt?  

I am no longer chastised by human flesh but ridiculed by my 
own right to reflect on what and who I am.

One in many, two for three………In the next life I will be free.

One.