When obfuscation rears its particularly
gnarly head, it seems I have a choice,
to believe or disbelieve.
Too often, at least for my own
good, I have believed those
who are supposed to be in the know-
not yet suspecting that the vowels
and consonants they project, might
not even contain small morsels of truth.
Maybe a far better tack to take,
is to let disbelief be the bearer
of all that I hear, up until the moment-
that I seek clarification, as to whether
the one speaking is operating from the same
set of data that I am.
For now, I choose from this time forward,
to keep flying high above the vessel
that is me- the flag of clarification.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.