False smiles show
what you are not,
and what still awaits...

You say:
It is a breeze
moving the meadows of Eden.

But you have not done
the essential work;
your soil is untouched,
no sweat has been given.

No one can show you
the serpents within.
But all is not lost!

As a stomach grows sick,
then bloats and expels,

so too must the heart —
sick, full of pride —
swell then be emptied,
before it can learn.