Harbinger of mercy; grace not my path
That I would live in truth, without measure
Divested of deceit, unveiled in knowing

Harbinger of mercy, steadfastly refrain
That I should know, that which is naked and raw
Pain as pain, joy unbound

Harbinger of mercy, stay fast thy hand
That I might accept, all things untouched
Multiplicity as stolid singularity


Love Is

Love is but a heart held high
Unfolded to soar, with joy to fly
In simple things oft overlooked
Not grand designs to be mistook

Joy is but an open book
Another reads with every look
Open and honest in which you write
Love is but a heart in flight




If I were sane, I maybe could explain,

what it is you want from me.

If I were blind, I maybe could find,

the words to tell you what I cannot see.


If I were weak, I maybe could not speak,

my mind and my thoughts.

Beyond your scope, beyond your hope,

things that cannot ever be taught.


You are you, and I am not you,

why can’t you see?

I maybe blind, but I can find,

the truth where we can just be.