Angles or Demons

Angels or demons,
Can’t we just be?
Look at paws
To see a part of me
Dissected.
Who can I see,
Reflected,
With a veil
Shading?

Adding to the list
Of limitations,
Charting the path
To imprisonment.
Where is the problem
In letting things be?
All things be or else
They wouldn’t be.

Isness I AM.
This business
Of boxing
Squares
Leaves no room
For circles.

Entities from One,
That never defines
Should and Shouldn’t,
None be evil,
None be good.
Man sets his
Standard
To stay in suffering.

As all is divine,
In the thought
Is where we
Confine
Connection.
Dismissing selves
Miss the path,
Of no path
But being bliss.