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.
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