Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Splendor of my Being

You
cannot love
what you cannot
see.

Blind eyes
behold only
projections of
their mind.

Unable
to grasp
the reality
of their beloved.

Cling not
to the mirage
of that
which is beloved.

Behold
dear one
the splendor
of my being.

Do You See Me, Beloved?

Do you
see me,
beloved?

Would you
like me
if you
could?

Do you
understand me,
beloved?

Would you
know me
if you
could?

Do you
love me,
beloved?

Would you
see and understand
if you
could?