Displaced

Yes we are displaced children

Of our multi-faceted Creator

And yet

Here we are

Seekers of our own truth

Faltering and steadying

Again and again

Starting off sometime in victim mode

And then veering back to the centre

Our own centre 

Which hold our own pots of nectar

Hidden behind translucent veils

Of self-doubt and self-pity

Can things really fall apart 

When the Centre holds fast.