The Unseen

The scribes sit on my shoulders,

Writing all of those actions, words, and deeds.

One writes the good, as described in the book.

One writes the bad, as described in the book.

They are unseen, as they should be,

That my conduct would be as if they weren’t there.

The whisperer follows ever so closely,

Offering ideas that affect my actions.

It tries to guide me away from the light.

It tries to guide me away from what is right.

It is unseen, as it should be,

That my conduct would be as if it weren’t there.

The Fire souls live amongst a realm around,

Watching me, but hardly concerned with my life.

They choose to do as they are told.

They choose to do against as they are told.

They are unseen, as it should be,

That my conduct would be as if they weren’t there.

The Magnificent watches and establishes the world I live in,

Creating the laws that guide all Creation.

The Oneness does as the Oneness wishes.

The Oneness is as the Oneness Decides.

The Merciful is felt in the very core of my being,

That my conduct would be as if I could see.