Each layer removed
goes a little bit deeper.
Further the truth reveals
itself once kept in the dark.
A ripple of time released
sits with another.

Who defines my space?
I do.

Who defines my work?
I do.

If I am not honest,
how will I recognize truth?
If I am not open,
how will I know trust?
If I do not share the words upon my heart,
how will I learn the depth of their existence?

A mask upon a brave face.
A smile that hides.
Loyalty surpassing sight.
Faith surpassing reason.
Ruler of knowledge and skill.
Observer of reality for truth.

As I pull the structured metal
from my mouth
I let go
of the restricted confines
from which I once spoke.

I wish I could be your lover and know the bliss of your Light.
And although my heart belongs with my beloved,
I pray for someone to touch you the way he caresses me.
You deserve to be looked upon with reverence and held tenderly.

What a breathless nuance this age of becoming.
A treasury of poetic script blooms waiting for the conscious mind to behold it.
Visions of unforetold beauty acquiesce to the one seeking its wisdom.
What verse touches a man’s soul yet leaves no imprint?

There I stand, naked, in front of myself asking for love.
To these parts ashamed and grieving,
I offer my humble apologies.
I am sorry for locking you away
and throwing the key into a forgotten place.

How I love the essence of an empty page.
Many may think “this is intimidating”
but there is something special to this energy.
No judgments, nor looks of dismay.
Just the open invitation to unleash the river of thought into a mother’s embrace.

Hiding in the shadows
a face dares to be seen.
Illumined wisdom
peeking through the darkness
like a lighthouse beam,shedding light upon
these precious seeds.
Leaves of modesty
hide this face
too afraid to be perceived.

In these quiet moments of contemplation
I remember what it is like to be still.
To slow down to such a degree
that everything becomes “real” -
the truth of who I am revealed.

Transmission 6/3/22:
ABASOETH SPEAKS, Son of Absalom

I speak to you now to bring a message of hope.
Though there is darkness looming all around
and it may seem as endless as the universe,
together the light will prevail.

A prayer come true
the day I met you.
With eyes ablaze of a thousand suns
overriding any sense of caution.
So brightly lit from deep within,
beneath the surface of your skin.
What coals of Source stoke this incandescence
that a look too long would threaten blindness?

I feel the call for quiet
so that I may listen,
may sense the rawness to its fullest.
I feel the call of the still space
where potential boils.
The hanging essence of free fall.

There is an internal hum that moves
with every ebb and every flow.
A tangible rumble of atoms firing,
with every stir of the body.

She sings to me like no song I've heard before.
I can't help but dance.

This mountain is my home.
I vow to honor and protect her nature.

Staring into the wild unknown,
I face a pool of possibility,
and weigh out the paths
with speculative probability.

Oh it’s just you, why have you come back?
You just left and I thought finally I am free
yet here you are again knocking, eager to see me.

I asked the universe my questions,
Yet I heard no answers.
“Can anybody hear me?”
I yelled, I shouted and screamed,
“Please! Somebody tell me.”

Questions fill my mind with wonder.
Picking at every thought, every feeling and emotion.
Ripping at the seams of perspective in search of the one true voice.
Feasting on the ever wondering waves of consideration.
Running circles and loops, spiraling into oblivion.