How do I dig down deep
When the truth Is surface level
Words a vehicle for transcendence
Sound changes muscles
An understanding is made
Why deny the surface
moments the shovel hits the soil
Resolved to find a point of reference
A reason for honesty and truth
Thoughts a hole to China
Child like in its view
Finding the flipped side of truth
Burning to know
How the shove feels
With the weight of urgency
Asking self
How it pertains to me
Or have I just taken up another's words
That long hurt me
Weathered hands
Only shovels fits
Hunched my shoulder
Matching an internal image
lifting each grain as personal load
A spiritual loan
to a physical world
Poured water
To fill the hole with living truth
That softened
Made easy
the lost space
it's never easy
life is work
Not suffering ;acceptance
to motion and energy
Needing to remain on that plane
Burning away to being
Let us no longer dig holes in hearts
Because in reality
we bleed our essence freely
Emptyed out integrity
Lost focus
Breath of truth lost .
