Save Yourself First
Save Yourself First
Oh! No, my daughters and sons…
How, could I teach you perfection
if I, myself, am not?
How, could I tell you what’s beyond
when I, outside my horizon, am blind?
When I cannot correct the wrongs
of my own selections?
I do not even control my thoughts;
I only live with what I daily find…
In the cesspool in which we swim,
I preach not I’m pure and washed.
So, how can I tell you how to clean
your mind and soul after your dive?
I’d be a hypocrite, this much I’m true;
for if I prevented not your jumping in,
how could I save you from being splashed?
The mud is heavy and thick, the ego’s thin;
I must save myself first to save you.
For I’m just an ego in matter spinning,
thorns on branches of roses,
decaying waste with all its odors,
an imperfect being… of course.
Perfect, only the Creator is:
He sees the end before the beginning;
He sees the effects before their causes.
He knows the hues before mixing colors.
He is the light brought by its source.
I can’t pretend to be like this:
©—“Save Yourself First” by Miguel Soto
Stanton, CA USA—12.27.21.
