I refuse to stay quiet, sooner or later I say it.
Regardless of social standing,
there’s weight wherever I’m carried.
It’s beyond the light, the radiance I reflect when I step into a place.
There’s something about my mind,
too sharp and always aware.
Unconsciously working, even then, I have a pattern of digging in.
It’s not about my silence as much as it isn’t about my analysis.
But awareness is heavy to date, unless a name like Veritas is no scary thing.
Truth and honesty, sometimes too open.
Translucent with my face,
transparent with my act.
Even when I’m performing, I’ll disclaim it without hesitation.
Iridescent and magnetizing,
the portal of starry eyes,
the unity of wisdom across all,
presence beyond space.
Through everywhere we’ve been,
created we left presents,
existing to this day-
vibrating my words resonate.
My curse of saying without concealing, mostly my mercury detriment, or maybe-
my noble guilt if I’m not authentic.
Awareness is heavy to date,
you know how she gets.
Expecting clear rhythms, no control of the pace.
Located in fluctuating states,
running flow-
keep up with the pace!
Push her away, but it’s already named,
not easy to date,
reflecting the truth emerges,
hard sight to ignore.
Sooner or later,
not under any body’s control.
Adaptable and flexible,
I don’t break when I bend, and instead-
I boomerang.
To stand right next to it,
you mustn’t be afraid to see yourself.
Pointing my brightest gaze,
unveiling what’s crystallized.
The risk isn’t getting it,
it’s knowing how badly you couldn’t contain,
once stripped from its wrapping shells,
the given field.
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