In the silver mesh
Lies a tangled web
Of deceit that your mind has unknowingly succumbed to.
The branches weave
In and out
Of your intelligence
Blowing and whispering
To your consciousness
That you are unwilling to see.
The double faceted personality
Curving, circling, caressing
You, in you.
It wants to be you.
The breath of truth
Gently kisses your soul,
Laying the path before your feet
The wind blows the truth around your feet
It entices you to choose beauty,
To banish defeat and slavery,
To feel the seduction of freedom
And to bask in the valour of your true essence.
Truth asks you to smell the air,
To imbibe yourself with its sweet scent.
It guides you to sit,
And to honour the peace that you are.
The truth is like gentle fingers tickling your soul,
Lighting the stars within
The web blankets itself around you
The branches root you to Earth and nature,
But the wind…
The wind is breath,
And breath is freedom.
Be happy. Be you.