in these flesh house cages
we maneuver through
love must gather itself
and propel its goodness
outward unto
the dark cold ledges
of a fearful world
we think and have movement
giant dirty blankets
housing perfect
figures of artful life
and this greatness in each of us
never dies
never complains
never hurts
never insults
some believe these
tattered sacks
are the true selves
and hold them up
in such high value
is a frightful idea
that too many subscribe to
is done out of the ego's fear
of losing that physical identity
and being lost
to beauty truth
our cornerstones of worship
try so hard in all their own
flawed beliefs
to make us aware of
we are not who we think we are
and identifying with the masked flesh
the world speaks with
does a serious injustice to
'The Forever Within'
that exits this realm
far faster than it ever entered.....................
(Sept. 3, 2009 1016am)