Walking my path, naked, aware
of all the shadows hiding there
preceding me and reading me
through the nights darkened stares...
and my vehicle is smooth
flesh formed in purity
no regret at density
open to all the scenes that bleed...
I cannot see my own nakedness
exposure of the essence
and I cannot be my woundedness
wakened from irrelevance...
till life points me out- partakes of me
forces open my eyes to see...
that I am pure, fluid light
truth in thought and sweet delight-
but part of me is afraid to Be
uncovered for the world to heed.