Within a sigh he found his soul
Without the presence of his soul
he smiled

With bleeding wings he flew away
inside a familiar silence & not as
from far away

Being playful is his gist but always
from inside his tested past
she waved back

I am the manifested and the unmanifested
I can be many things but
when you become me I dissappear

Out of grasp we can each other trust 
we should always feel that safe  

mysteries are not created in order to become
what they are in the eyes of others

a mystery should make you love the process
of discovering and not the discovery because
it is never the truth

The reason why you hold dear what you hold dear
"what suits you" is truer than true
will you let it become what governs you?