~for Blue Sapphire~
communication does not require sound,
the silence of your internalities
is a permission slip
signed by you, for you,
to communicate your most
inwardness
to your own self
but
smooth and silky, unencumbered honesty,
not raw, where the noise of subterfuge of self
is a disguise, an avoidance,
firstly, quietude,
the preparation of no distraction,
allow your interiority to be your priority,
making as clean a slate that you can due,
then be inquisitive,
inquire of yourself,
with kindness to yourself,
for who among us is
is a flawless poem,
*no one
inquire why,
and the barriers will resist but you insist,
but they are porous, there are holes and pathways,
through these self~constructed devices,
and ignore the yellow arrows, wall painted,
instead branch off where it’s grayest
pointing to the path least trodden
task paralysis has brought you to this place,
now
grab yourself from within,
ignore the objectors,
rip off the soiled coverings,
and permit light of honesty
to breach, break out,
and illuminate
your being