On my left brow, there was a firm pressure.
There was not fear but felt like a fresher.
They heard me with this mysterious response.
My bewildered actions were nonchalance.
I asked of myself and that unknown force,
“What could you be but that faraway Source?”
I assumed I kept calling out a name.
This happened twice but lesser of the same.
I read BratBoy’s book on that one day.
The Zen mentions to look within and pray.
I asked questions for wanting to be free.
The answer has been no other than me.
My belief in prayer and praises above
is those eyebrow gestures of Love.
Do you love me for who I really am?
I’m not worthy in this entrance exam.
I could hide in my corner and perish.
This is idealized: I could cherish.
I tried to fit in someone else’s box.
I would go through these nightly system shocks.
It is being ethereally shaken.
There is hope I would not be forsaken.
My heart has invited this love and light.
There is only going forward to fight.
Others are waiting for moments like mine.
They’ll get their chance for some invisible sign.
Revised on 07-08-2006 on 11:27PM…
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