Straight-up, and never look down. I absentmindedly caress my crown; jewels are lost on me. I ponder more earnestly on the shape of my head. Easy in the absence of time, surely it has retired to bed. So, with time out of the way and my royal circlet slightly askew, I dwell on matters only my heart warrants safekeeping.

My heart speaks a truth, my tongue never will. Through the tiny keyhole I manage to scrape away a fragment of truth.  My fingers gently unfold the crease of integrity , and some part of me reads the dedication to life’s most simple revelation. Easily overlooked, the plain – like child’s play and two wooden sticks , now sword and lance. I cradle the sweet, sweet nectar, infusing all of me with vigor and might , slipping pouches of golden dust, sprinkled across my crown. I bathe my soul in the soothing hum, and hear the song, and sing the hymn, and sink into the chorus‘ chant. Drums beating and chimes in chambers rolling swift. I draw a blank in every attempt to form words with lips and hands. I cannot say – you will understand – we only share this truth in silent love.