The Poverty of Human Beingness

I am just a wanderer among souls.
The eyes meet the eyes, and souls greet each other
Sometimes a Joy, sometimes pain,
Unspoken words don't need much to explain.
For I have seen so many rich in substantial kind
But they too are so poor within,
A matter of contrast and paradoxical joke
The richest are the poorest within.
Here I don't speak about richness in matter
Very few are rich in their soul
Most live a poor Human Life within
Deprived of any food for their Soul
I met a girl once, who would just cry all the time
So I asked her, "What is the matter?"
It was not a matter of matter any more
It was a matter of the Soul
How poor we are unloving ourselves
Unloving the very essence of Life
The very source of our Existence.
For Human Mind cannot comprehend the language of the Sprit
Of Essential wisdom and wit
God exists within, God without
Where is there where He is not around
So how can we belittle ourselves with petty thought
Of " I am not good enough and not worthy " so on so forth
We deny our Truth - His existence within
With Lies told to us from the beginning
"Love not yourself but the world" - A Teaching of the world
Cry and suffer until your existence is dearth
What a way to live has been taught
Poverty of Human kind unsought
For we shall forever cry in this way
This Life and even the next
Until the moment has come for us to Realize
The Real nature of this worldly Lies
That Glorious day we wake up to a simple Truth
Man within is God in all Divinehood
Such is the Glory our of Life and our Truth
Even if we live Blind eyed forever uncouth
Love your Self Love your Self my friend
For Unloving is nothing but a Living that is dead end.