Struggle

The rational mind
Like the tip of an iceberg
Shows itself above the waters of the unconscious,
With the greater portion hidden underneath.

The unconscious,
Both collective and individual,
Filled with archetypal images
Of violence, love and lust,
With the Id
Seeking to express it's self fully
Without regard for others,
Leveling all to the level of mere objects
To use and then put aside,
Leading to greater chaos and misery
To those enthralled and made captive.

A small craft on the ocean of the unconscious,
The mind,
Striving not to be swallowed up,
Striving for objectivity and justice,
Fighting ignorance and sin,
Seeking balance and peace,
Swimming against the current of instinct
To survive at all cost,
Is it any wonder that we are weary most of the time?

Some are at peace,
A brick wall protects them from the irrational forces,
Not knowing,
Many leading peaceful lives,
Not understanding that perhaps they pay a price for this peace.
Leaving a trail of pain more often than not,
Weighing down others with blame,
Making them carry their shadow,
Things they themselves cannot face,
Leaving them guiltless in their own minds.
They have a certain innocence,
Not evil, but striving,
Just blind to the inner world

Others have a glass wall,
A blessing or a curse?
Some see more clearly than others,
The inner chaos
They struggle to contain,
Often failing but ever striving,
Not being swallowed in insanity
Though it often feels like it.

Others are swallowed up,
They have a screen between the rational mind and the unconscious,
It bleeds into everyday reality,
They hear God,
And do evil things in that name,
They have wisdom some of them,
But more often it is either twisted
Or to highly focused
God intoxicated many become.
In a way not based on truth,
They are not evil but also strive,
Just lost in the sea of irrational images,
Thinking them real,
Such pain,
Such isolation.

The truly evil are also aware,
The Id is their God,
Only their desire is good,
For that goodness they will sacrifice everything,
Family, friends....God,
They also suffer, but are not in conflict.
Strong, determined, they a have freedom
Those seeking goodness do not have,
Free to kill, maim, rape and lie
Without remorse,
Sorrow not possible

The human heart is complex
Drawn both towards good and evil,
Darkness and light,
The truly evil, freely choose.
Those seeking, struggle with the inner forces
Conflicted and weary but ever hopeful,
Hope their guiding light.
 
The ill do not choose, but are swallowed up.
God grace is the light that shows us the way.
Believer, atheist, agnostic are all on the road
And choices are made that are buried deep,
Were only God can see and judge,
None of us sees, we are not seers, so to judge is a dangerous thing

Beware of projection,
The world is a mirror
All people and events are reflections,
Our response tell us more about ourselves
Than those we react to or judge.
Life is a tough school,
Each must stay until called through the dark door,
Let us pray for one another