Sitting in a swirl of unease,
Hope hum's a loving tune.
Erasing traces of fear and chaos,
But clamouring to be heard in full.
A noble knight Hope becomes,
Treasured by the feeble mind,
Respected by the heroic soul.
Hope sits in the metaphysical.

Blushing with discomfort she
Calls to her knight. Hope dashing,
Settles in her mind, lifting her fear.
The villain has passed, her mind slows.
Hope the hero again, her crutch,
No need to strengthen defences.
Hope has galloped to her heed,
Back to the meta Hope rides.

Distaste swells in his soul,
Has she left his heart to die?
Will she take all that was his?
Hope storms through his thoughts,
Lifting one above all the rest.
She cares still, her thoughts are of him.
Hope, chest barrelled slips back
To the metaphysical, cozy once more.

Hope, gentle upon his throne,
See's in the distance Despair,
Who slithers up his golden steps.
She scowls at his taunting grin,
Her eyes keen on his destruction,
But today she has brought tea.
Stepping down from his holy height
Hope stands tall awaiting.
Drooling, Despair pours him
A cup. Her presence greeted
With captivation, and the two
Flow for hours in conversation,
Until both receive call from the
Physical ones again.

Pure and endless knowledge
Devour me into existence.
Destroy my common will
With teeth of emotion,
Sharpened in doubt!
Take your many forms, and
******* my desires, tare
The ignorance from my sight.
Thread within me your will.

Pure and endless, take form!
Command me with your grace.
Light fire beneath my heel,
And burn scars of your design
Deep into my mind. Let me bleed
Your true desires, not my own.
Sow the purpose of this life,
To my wandering heart.
It is you, who will free me.

Endless and pure, forever engulf me.
Sink me to the depths of your thoughts,
Drown this body to rise it up.
Wash my soul from the dirt
Of time wasted in paradise;
A dream conjured by man.
Dry me of this heavy burden,
And I will forever serve your will.
I am your design, your mind.

Knowledge humble as you are,
Reveal to me something unseen.
A jewel unknown to a mind of 3.
Or a nimble trick thats new to man.
You have the power at hand…
I will call to you forever and on,
For its you who knows the true dark end,
The sleepless life of death beyond.
Where nights are long with daylight songs.
Pure and endless knowledge,
Take me when my turn is up.
Hold me as I pass back to your form,
And remember the knowledge
That we truly are.

Hidden was I.
Hide I would.
Hidden I am.
Hiding away.
Hiding myself.
Have a been
Hidden.?Have I
Done the hiding?
Did I hide the
Hidden truth?
Helping to seek;
Not wanting to
Be Found. Both
Knowing and my
Knowing not.
Have I forgotten?
Did I take it
From the Temple?
Dipping in and out,
Hiding myself
Far from myself.
Am I not Self?