Your heart tricks me to behold the truth.

 

Seeking to fly, 

 

my peacock eye 

 

like a caught heart 

 

condemned to strut

 

suddenly discovers

 

your face revealing 

 

your  inner emerging light 

 

flying a magic inviting

 

path to my feet

 

curing with caring:

 

path that teaches 

 

how to humanize

 

to straight 

 

talk and walk

 

inviting with another,

 

upon its commitment

 

to human liberation...

 

 

 

And now this path opens, 

 

upon the mystic artistry 

 

of the castle of courage, 

 

the open palace

 

where caring rules,

 

of your heart you freed

 

with others':

 

being breathed in and out by the world, 

 

breathing the world in and out

 

thus freshened reviving into the lungs

 

of all human nature,

 

and circulating

 

into the dancing wind

 

of all nature

 

such that all can fly.

 

 

 

Then may all fly

 

their mystic paths

 

dancing harmony:

 

echoing rehumanized

 

chorus off the mountains of hope

 

where your artistry dwells...

 

 

 

You touch warm softly

 

way deeper than skin,

 

deeper than any other cure.

 

 

 

And I can see

 

through your artist eyes

 

reflecting happiness

 

releasing the purest heart

 

of everything.