the soft song of truth that sets me free,

Naked, Barely

That beauty cannot hide behind rocks,
or fearing the sun lay low beneath the surface of the waves
- dancing only with the moon shadowed caves.
the eyes are ever open in this existence, if i choose the form - of - knowing persistence.
the ever changing glowing chant of distant bells, which lead me away from the clutches of my own created hells--
the internal screaming of my devious Mind, that plays his little tricks as if he´s kind.
He does not turn away from the projected make believe, for me Mind will continue to deceive
as many times as I allow- analysing and rewinding keeping away the present now.
He knows not of the secrets of the heart, the whispers of the soul are just the start:
the beginning of a story to perpetuate fear, the fear that I feel is always, ever near .
that's why I do not tell Mind to go away and find another person to go and play
I enjoy the sensations, the erection of lust, the being right - even as it forces blindness like a moonless night.
to believe my fears as if they know whats true, proving that we are human un-divine through and though.
The black masked angel never is the one who knows, the heshe´s two faces undecided when the whistle train blows.
I watch to see who gets on board with Mind to play,
watch the ones who have learned to keep away --
For when i get it and it is clear,
Mind situates himself gently near.
Allowing for the love song to kiss my knees,
as I listen to Heart´s greatest
... self-fulfilling
... ... ... ... ... needs.
I am the undetectable breath when I allow life to be,
the singing of the chicken in their low hanging tree--
the soft song of truth that sets me free,
whilst enjoying the reality of loving humanity.
Open the Heart and let her be heard,
the balance of my existence with that of the bird
the balance of the sweet with the sour, helps me to be real in every hour.
..I ask to let the world know why,
..why with every tear, its happiness I cry.
..the perfection of the ocean reflected through,
..to the one we ..... ... always
... ... ...... ... ... knew.

The imperfect, wondrous YOU.

gEnevieVe celestE
(2007)