The Eyes of the Open Heart

Being ever honest in my belief, and as it is my one hearts most invaluable treasure known to me, the goodness of ones soul though in times it may run adrift, Rests in measure, not alone within the narrow, impermanent wake of it's shortcomings no, but rather, Within it's absolute abandonment of this and what alone it is so willing to forgive as it moves in direction of another in way to convey an open heart in welcome, and so it is the beauty abound in it's way of yielding initially, initially and in any instance, and so as well yes. Wild eyed, and adamantly screaming and so alive and living, I stand amid you humbly with these eyes, crying out Naked before you, and burning within the blazing height of your better devotions, for I am the truth alive inside you, and whaling, and so I am to be seen, for steadily you can hear me in my honesty, as humbly and ever earnestly, yes verily and so intently, this hope of mine can be found to be running, and rising, high amid the wanted howling, so aloof the simple calling of the wind, For so it is to be aspired, this my one ambition, this the dream in search of for you to rescue me. This day! As I am so one alone this lonesome friend, and forever embellished in you this the vision of me, it is on you in whom, my very soul, so depends.