Real Eyes
In the silence
Which precedes the dawn
The pulsating stillness
Of potential
Gives rise to the confusion
Between Apathy and Love
Attempts to reconcile
Innocently skewed perspectives
Of What was
And What should be
Mask
The life-giving
Grace and peace
Of What is
Running feverishly
Within the emptiness of
Unconditional Love
Amplifies an illusive echo
Of insidious footsteps
Of impending doom
Amidst the oppressive
Raging
Thunderstorm of despair
Comes at last
The Immolation
Surrendering the
Incessant fatigue
From relentless persecution
Of Perfection
Allows for
Stunning transformation
Having made sacred
The self-inflicted
Festering stigmata,
The wise, compassionate soul
Stands naked
Before the world