What if we lived our days,
Showing our actual selves,
On the open waves of a human-feeling sea.
To be there, to be present; there in the raw,
To meet in the middle with stripped-back souls.
To unite together in less-wary ways.
To trust a face, even if it sneers.
To know that intent isn't always represented,
In a look or an action or a moment or a word.
These things...
They're so easy to misconstrue.
Troubles abound when backs are up;
Guarded and arms folded.
Understandings are missed;, realness distorted,
Conforming with inner, unfounded beliefs.
But, oh just imagine...
To know each heart and soul that stands afront,
Dressed up in a body; a shell at best,
With learned mannerisms and attitudes,
and their own ways of display.
To take each human and see their light;
Despite glowing imperfections of personality,
That may grate, or simply, don't match your own.
To bathe them in a buzzy, warm acceptance,
Fit-to-burst with love and connection,
In delight of meeting another living, surviving,
breathing, warrior-human,
With a whole other story - mostly unbeknownst -
And to palpably, outwardly, lovingly feeeeeeel,
In a way that conveys all is well and is good.
To look deeply through eye- holes and see truth itself,
To embrace and disarm each pure, beating soul
- the minute you meet them,
At-ease and with love, the message is clear:
Be your whole self.
No need to hide here.
~ E Allen
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