How they collided so…
One is sincerity of Being,
A heart worn on the sleeve,
Cards on the table, no hidden meaning.
The freedom of ‘I am’…
Exposed thought and feeling,
Deep black to the translucent white
For all to see; no leaf to wrap me in.
Another is sincerity to say
To others who they really are…
A push into the cracks of their souls,
Then watch them falling, from afar.
Whose truth is brave?
Whose courage more sublime?
To stand in nakedness or to undress another?
I choose sincerity of Being any time.
I BE, and let you be, away and farther.