doesn’t actually mean
they always have to smile.
You don’t see them around, for
they don’t have enough to go around.
Homelessness looming over their heads.
they still share your building so gratefully.
You’re struggling middle class, they outcasts,
their endless effort cancelled out by sabotages
so heavy you don’t have the nerve to listen to.
You cannot handle how they make ends meet.
You’d rather share more reasonable challenges.
So you prefer accusing them of avoiding you,
of being too anything to change their lives.
They are among the ones who change all,
and exactly therefore they could never
live up to this world’s expectations,
now not even to your stereotypes
of the servitude of poverty.
They’ve been serving more
than you can imagine.
Their humility is
to be accepted
as readily as the
power they exude,
so gentle and yet scary,
because it makes you ponder
that under this load of theirs,
you would be crushed for sure.
Alien to your alliances, they seem
lost in the abode of Hades and yet
glowing with enviable brightness.
So easy to keep stepping on them,
guiltlessly increasing their debts,
saying you do hope for their best,
that somehow they (o paradox)
find some decent jobs and be
paying even more taxes,
keep the system alive,
to become normal,
functional cogs of your
whose fakeness sickens you
with fear-based metaphysics.
But the system works for you.
They are Not here to destroy it,
but regardless of their intention,
it’s them, its rejects who threaten
your worldview in a silent way,
the economy with loud collapse.
Your reflection in them’s weird,
their mirror here for a reason.
Do they ever force it on you?
Don’t they applaud your
ensuring the survival
of you and yours?
they will feel
if your turn comes
to be in their shoes.
Freude for them is
too deep an ode,
a constant like
and one day
talk behind their back
and even feel jealous of
genuinely happy people,
know it is deep suffering
they have been transmuting
that makes them appreciative
of the purpose of everything,
every good or bad thing
in Everyone’s life.
Their breath is
not of this
are the ones who
This is how
to be breathing
in this illusion.
You always share
their every breath.
Why not make yours
a blessing for them too?
Open to higher consciousness
and transform this world in Love.
Bow to the divinity in one another
and be genuinely happy.
It is time.
A good time
for spreading sacredness.
Leon From Hades to Light, Summer of 2016