Wednesday, March 14, 2012


I am a being
Organic and bound
By the cage of self
I confess that I am unworthy
That I am unable to be more
Than flesh and lust
Meat and dust
I make unholy the most sacred ground
Simply by standing
But when I see her from a distance
I do not know her name
Her movements are a dance
Wild and unadorned
Free and unashamed
Beauty exists in every form
But in her it is abundant
In her it exalts
She is unmoved by wealth
Her spirit is untamed
She exists to love
Naive to obsessions
Naive to possession
She exists in perfection
And all that is a beautiful
Bows before her
She is queen
And high above the rest