Along The Shortest Distance? Poem by M. A Heathcote

To accelerate your soul
On its winding path.
What would you do?
What would you do?
Would you travel like light?
Along the shortest distance?
Would you avoid mingling?
Fraternising with waifs and strays?
Avoid the barflies
And the maggots of society.
As though it was your destiny
To become truly a butterfly.
What would you do?
What would you do?
To repel evil and all the wrong choices
The lies of the ego of corruption
When a weakness becomes your vice,
Your inner strength and peace
And your demise,
And you defend it to the hilt
With your last breath
And then the next defeat.
Do you despise yourself for meandering, of course?
Or do you almost understand
It's all a part of your evolution?
That even light must sometimes bend
And realign to find its true path again.