TO KNOW

Conquering language

Is the source of all my longing.

To guide the frivolity of words

Into a place of it's belonging.

To surpass the limitations

Within this language that we speak

Weave it back to source

Which is hiding underneath

I was blessed with this gift

It far surpasses poetry

It is the essence of my soul

(I do not ever take it lightly)

It is my heart released in words

It is my truth released in-kind

It is my hope and all it's daring

It is the love I seek to find

I've known the Masters

- I can feel them

As they speak their white-hot wild

Their words are used by passerby

(And are commonly defiled)

But within them, sacred math

That speaks to me, so clearly

So when I write, I try to speak

In a way that they would hear me

What is lost within the common

Is quickly seen by the exceptional

So I hide truth

- Out in plain sight

Like a priest in the confessional

I interpret your confession

I see behind what you imply

And in those moments – see within

All those things you try to hide

My eyes have seen the glory

Of the coming of the Lord

It's in the things that you contrive

In endless efforts to be heard

It's amazing, all the torture

The never ending deprecation

How so many seek to debase

For fleeting moments of elation

We try so hard to redefine

What, at once should be so easy

We're just off-base

- And misaligned

From the place of our appeasing

Our appeal should be so simple

But we're all so out of sync

We get lost in diatribes

Which hide the thoughts that we all think

Separateness, is an illusion

We all speak from the same mind

We're all differing variations

From random bubbles here in time

But we are fluid and dynamic

We are gods out in the flow

So I'll say it -'Til you hear me

'Til we all find the mind

- To know