for Mary

My best friend is my intuition
It is vital to my survival
I must remain open in my heart
Then I am strong and make no mistakes
It is important to be so clear
In this time of masks, illusions and games

I always sit at the head of the table
It gives the illusion of power
To those who don’t trust me
To those who’s hearts are also open
It is no illusion, the power is real
We look into each others eyes
Then retreat to that other level of existence
Where we can communicate in trust

There are those who sense our power
They attempt to trap us
They wear the mask of compassion
Then we see them more clearly

They are the most valuable ones
Even the illusion of goodness reaps benefits
In their struggle to overpower us
They give us power
In their arrogant superiority
They expose the truth

And so we pretend to obey
We play the games, knowing them to be games
We treat everyone with respect
But when we must kill
We kill with our hearts open
Trying to balance between compassion and guilt
Weighing necessity against the pain
Hoping never to have to do it again