She rests on broken silence
Combs her blush oer the seething skirt of the red eye
Her lament topples treachery from its poisoned perch
Seared to rock by scaling hands of white fire
The servile on request
opt neath her nestled fleet
ground to dust and chaff

Light bends its mind to the hum of soul
Turns eye in on claim of self
Strips guile from oceans of red ripples
Thick and warm gainst the rich vein of repose
Reigning its sheathing blood electric oer its fawn
Curing  flesh to the heat of its heavenly body

The actors
in mind

play out
the parts assigned

I be
only capable
of seeing

that which
I put in my eye to look at

I create
as I look
and
I see what
I created

Truth
be an essence
wanted or unwanted

all be truth
to one believing it

choice
can never be denied
for all truth
be created thru the act of choosing

A soft word
spun in the head

will drip
its sweet essence
into the body below it

Always be
returning to your own body

when
you feel invaded by another's

You want
great oceans on your side

when
her rivers run dry

An eye
be empty
of sight

until
its filled with looking

To hear
you be listener

to listen
you be ear

There is no master
but your own conscience
Follow not
Go where you know you are going
Think on purpose  feel on purpose  
Do not seek to dilute your inspiration for attention
You want a love not asking
A world you create by your mind
not a world created for you by others minds