Vina White's Deva World
....as seen through my eyes and words.
Pedro Sena, Associate Editor
The Ygdrasil Journal of Poetic Arts has been an absolute heaven for the creative endeavors for many people, most of all myself. Since its inception, when we broke away from a Network that didn't care much about poetry, in lieu of its idealized moral attitudes, we have become the Internet's most respected, and oldest periodical. In those short five plus years, we have not missed a single issue.
I have been given, by Klaus Gerken, a free hand into creating anything that my feeble imagination ever comes up with. To this effect, I have created a couple of issues that were personal, in January 1994 an issue called "Metamorphosis", and then another in August of that year, an experimental issue, based on feelings that can not exactly be described.
Earlier this year, I came up with an issue that involved yet another level of creativity, based on the work of "Tensegrity", and specially a friend I met, whose work is far and above most in many ways. But its feeling is not beyond our abilities to perceive them, or understand them. This issue is yet another turning point for me, since my thirst for more creative output never dies.
Of all the people I have ever met, and whose work I have wanted to show the world so much, Vina White, stands alone as the greatest artist and creative talent I have ever known. I still wonder, and pray, that we can get out as much of her work as possible for more eyes and ears to see, before her time is up... she is so deserving of the attention, that it is a shame ( in my book ) that she does not get it, at least in a way that I would like to see it, you know .... she deserves the millions for the art alone ... there, I said it!!!
Vina White, first and foremost, is an "artist of the heart", whose work involves such purity, that she has never failed to impress, or to read correctly, anyone she has come in contact with, either in person, or in an impersonal way, such as the telephone. A while back, she was drawing "Guardian Angels" and later she expanded into other areas, such as this series of pictures. In keeping with her energy sharing, and love, since, much of her work has been given away, as it had created a massive expense on her part and mine, and we were starting to have a hard time finding a spot in our houses to live in .... I made sure that I grabbed a lot of the work, and now I have that problem on an even larger scale.
I have placed several of Vina's pictures on the web for many to see the splendor of her work, in my own Web pages ( http://www.accces.com/~art/vinas.htm ), and will soon be creating a complete personal space for her pages, independent of mine, so more people can see her work. After a year apart, I find I have words to describe her with, where before it was difficult to say much without feeling defensive, or prepared to describe the art itself, or Vina. But, the sad part of all this , STILL, is that what you see here, is not even 1% of all the work that she has, or even close to her immense talent... one just has to see the other framed pieces she keeps, or even gave away, to begin understanding the depth of her talent.
However, her talent.... does not stop at the art. Vina also writes. We had already tried to create a book on Angels with her pictures, but the ability to do so financially was prohibitive, and we did not wish to create something where the pictures could not get the color treatment they deserved. ( The Web has really helped in this area! ). Although we spent figuring out what to say in words, we never really came up with anything solid. Perhaps we were not as well defined on these things as we should, or could, have been. But the real truth, behind it all, lies in the publishing world. We got published in a couple of places, but none ever showed a picture in color, and they did not display the full effect of the work at all. It didn't help that the art world thinks that it is not art if it does not have the 1,000 year old pigments on a canvas, either... as if the modern days weren't here, and had not already begun changing the arts.
My task, has always been to figure out a way to incorporate Vina White's magnificent work, into a publishing ideal that stood out, or might gain some attention. I don't know that my poetry with these pictures, is the right thing to do, but her art has always been extremely inspiring for me, and I have been given credit by her, for helping define much of its style. In the past, we had done work together like this. We have various pictures where we both drew and colored them, which have not been shown, probably because I compare them to the other stuff too much. And I have an abstract edge that is really "out there", which I am not ready to show people, it seems. A veritable world of inorganice beings, if you will, like Vina's.
After the Ygdrasil issue in July, where I got to see our first really exciting and clear HTML example of our magazine, I went back to the drawing board... I can now show Vina's art, and add my words, as well as hers. To me, her poetry is along the lines of the most lyrical stuff that Percy B. Shelley ever wrote... it is that fluid. I just have not been able to get enough of it yet to add to an issue, but my next one, might just be one with various "Angels" and with some very special poetry relating to these pictures.
My new idea was to show the "Deva" pictures that Vina White had drawn in 1990. I am a great fan of this abstract style of hers. I have kept the wisdom information with each picture, since it may be hard to read, and it generates a special feeling just in the looking at ts format. This had always been one of Vina's little pet peeves, and I now understand and accept these things much better than I did a few years ago. The intricacies are just that, intricate things that make the work "whole" and not just an incomplete doodle. And I didn't want to plagiarize her content, or feeling, which is not a problem between her and I since she can "see" things for what they are and mean.
However, this is not the first time I have put words to her work. I had done this many times before, including the opening poem of the August 1994 issue, which was a "translation" of her singing "notes". These were the "informational details" that come off the "energy" centers in each of her notes and then, here, in the pictures. Deva or otherwise, in that case they were "images" to my vision. To me, these notes and art work were always a part of the bits and pieces she would have discussed with a client, if she were doing a "reading".
The background image in this issue, is from Kit Watkins, whose musical work is special, and at times defies description. To me, this is the truest definition of the word "art", and it is the language that eventually creates what we come to call art. I could not escape its attraction, and neither did I wish to leave it behind. I just could not figure out how to add more than one background, in the same "page", or issue, unless we break down the Ygdrasil issue in pieces that one can navigate back and forth to and from, which is our next step with the Ygdrasil Journal of Poetic Arts. Kit Watkins has had a very storied musical history from his early days of the band Camel, Happy the Man and later his own varied efforts. Few musicians try so many styles and display their flexibility, by demonstrating that his talents do not stop in one place. His own Web Page is magnificent, and defies description. . "ART" is a feeling, and it can be expressed in many ways, of which Kit's, and Vina's, are magnificent examples.
Hopefully, one day, we can be the very first to create a truly interactive musical poetry issue for the Ygdrasil. And although, sadly, this is not an endeavor that can pay anyone for their efforts, it is hoped, that one day, the work that was done in this magazine, won't be done in vain, since it mattered, in the scheme of an art form.... poetry. It's a scintillating pleasure to be allowed to use his work, and have others appreciate what only Kit can do. A gracious thank you to his friend, Robert Toft, for having helped make this issue come alive. His comments helped me continue with this issue.
August 1997
The Pictures, the Words and my Poems
Notes:
1. These are "energy" drawings. What you see is the "energy" fields that surround the
actual part of the "plant" or "thing". In other words, not many/any part of the drawing
necessarily reflects the actual "flower" or "thing", and this is something which adds an
interesting concept to the ideas that many have regarding "Devas"... here's their
"truest" form, in the only way that they can really be "shown" to anyone, other than each
person's own vision.
2. Vina always signs her pictures with the name "Jesus", since her visual and written
information is carried directly through the hand of Jesus, the Christ, of Nazareth. The
circle "signature" is His "seal" and the quote is His line, requesting that people see him
for what he is -- Love Energy at its purest, best, and strongest. I have kept all information
intact, including mis-spellings, to ensure the veracity of the work. This is my way of
showing appreciation and respect for work I consider very vital and important in the world
of art.... I wish others could understand my enthusiasm, although it is unfair to call this
work "art", since it is NOT an art form, but a TRUTH, displayed in a way that only those
who can really SEE IT, can appreciate it to its fullest....even my poems do not totaly
reflect the wholeness of each picture.
3. "Wisdom Now", and "The Whispering Counselor" are both Vina's names that apply to
her work. She uses them to sign much of her work.
4. "Peckie" and "Finding" are the names of some "spirit crystals" Vina works with.
5. These pictures are taken from an extensive set of professional photographs that I took of Vina's art over a number of years, having wanted to create a catalogue of her art in some form or another. The whole Deva series was given away to an unknown gentleman, during a show, simply because he appreciated it. Mostly, it had been a disappointing series that alienated many new age groups, whom we felt have never given themselves a clear chance to "see", and appreciate "energy" at its purest, in a reasonable form. While this saddens me tremendously, my heart still goes out in full to all of them, and to the actual work and style, which may yet herald another artistic style into a true new age of the arts, a world that really needs it, and a form that is indeed a follow up to the styles of the Dali's, Picasso's and Miro's of the 20th century.
This issue is but a small tribute in that direction... with much love Vina, from yours truly.
6. I did not choose an "order" for these pictures and poems. They appeared to me in this sequence, and I trust the theoretical design of this sequence to be of its own definition, and not of mine own. I venture to say that "Jesus" did that for me.
"Everything has a beginning, middle and an end, not necessarily in that order."
Film maker Jean Luc Godard.
1. TITLE: Beach Memories 2/27/90 6AM
Wisdom:
"Every time you sleep my beaches marry the sea droplets. Many marriages take place.
Today my kelp married Vina in the sunlight. The kelp kissed the sand & her eyes kissed
me."
"I remain his humble servant, Vina"
"We are high on a cliff above the sea. We have found many stones that spoke to us & we
loveingly carry them home. Thank you Jesus. Wisdom Now. The Whispering Counselor"
Poem:
Today, I walked the sands
feeling it move through
my toes,
...
it felt like
...
a special touch,
a massage,
...
some blessing
that came through
the deep caverns
of the ocean.
The waters approached
and I felt their coolness
touch my toes, and feet.
I felt my feet digging a little
and get buried slightly
in the beach.
Here I stood, feeling,
...
life,
...
the ocean,
...
the mother of life,
the giver of health,
and the healer of sin.
Today, I felt renewed,
and though it was not the first time
it still felt new,
the body felt blessed,
my skin jumped,
and the pores
opened up,
with a magnificent shiver.
As the water recedes,
I can feel it tickle my feet.
The bubbles break,
the sensation spreads
and soon
your whole body
will be able to feel it all.
This is touch,
this is feel,
this is life,
this is soul,
and this is,
the sea, the sand,
and my feet.
Together we came
and so we will stay,
forever together,
...
Poem:
I have dreamt
in my life
a few dreams.
Some came through me,
others through others,
but never
have I failed them
in any way.
To this day,
I remain faithful,
respectful
loving
appreciative
of something
which teaches
bothers
helps
loves
dislikes
more, much more
than everyday life.
Few things, I listen to
these days,
and many of these dreams
are hidden,
yes they are...
I can't hide them from Peckie,
for he is a master
at finding things,
along with his companion Finding,
both rocks to your eyes and mine
but true spirits and people
in every other way.
Like Peckie,
I still have a tear, or two,
maybe a lot of love
for Lisa,
the twins,
the golden chalice,
the flowers,
and the many dreams
and writings
that I have created since.
I don't know,
that all this,
was meant to happen,
or that she, of all
invisible people,
and SPIRITS
were meant to teach me,
what they have this far.
And the poems...
you,... are no longer,
a vision, or a poem.!
To this day, this has been
my secret dream,
and although I never want to share it
with anyone,
I still do, somehow,
as if it all mattered,
and ALL my dreams,
meant something.
If this is a test of FAITH,
it will never fail. It may take
someone so much more important
than you, or I,
and I don't know
that this was meant to happen...
I haven't seen this part, yet.
But it is Vina's flavor,
that with Peckie, Finding,
and so many other friends,
like Helen, Bob, Marion,
who are too numerous to mention,
we have come
to this point
in life,
where once again,
it feels like
I am being tested.
To this day, no one
has stood up, and faced
my dreams, or inquired
into my most hidden, and secret
rooms, where all my love has been,
boxed,
hidden,
not unseen
by any stretch of the imagination,
but mostly invisible,
for I have a dream that one day,
a few things may happen,
and it will be the crowning
achievement of a few people,
least of all, myself.
Humbly I will pray,
and say my thanks,
for I have been blessed
with company
that can barely be described
as possible....
Peckie, and your friends,
your hidden dream is alive,
with me,
and it is for people like me
to make it come alive'r still.
For this reason,
Vina and I still work,
even if we do not talk much
to accomplish these goals.
We know the light awaits us,
as it does you, and we are ready,
even if my most hidden,
and loving dreams,
never come alive,
in this world
of ours.
Always together, forever apart
here we sit
and look at each other.
Always together,
...
always together
...
you and your hidden dreams,
...
myself and my dreams.
Wisdom:
"Later in the evening I bring my swamp flowers to bloom, in the moonlight. They can be very fragrant. If you visit the Swamps of Atlantis you can also see baby bells. They speak of Atlantis. They will tell you how to prepare your body for sex. They will tell you to pray first, and to place a fragrant swamp flower upon the body of your love one. Then say to your loved one "I love you even unto the heavens. Please enter this swamp flower with me." I have spoken. See my halo. Jesus. I remain his humble servant. Wisdom Now.
Poem:
I remember many flowers
some have survived many days and nights
some have slept, in my memories,
never in anger
lest I forget what the word LOVE
really means.
In the old days,
when the islands lived,
and magic existed,
no different than life,
all dreams lived,
and came alive,
through one's vision.
These visions had to be special,
accepted by the higher spheres
of knowledge, of power, of creation.
Somehow, I have always felt,
through the meditations, dreams, poems,
that all this meant something special
although I never knew exactly what
it all was, or meant.
But in the meantime, the swamp flower
has kept me alive,
and my vision, however strange
never looked like an empty dream,
but as time goes by,
I could easily feel jolted,
unchosen, forgotten,
except in these moments,
where my imagination takes me
and I write many things
even if I have no idea
what it all means.
Patience, I 'm told.
Have faith, I hear.
But, in the poem
and in the vision,
it all exists and comes alive,
still, to this day,
over ten years worth of hope,
maybe a lifetime expecting
till it all comes together, for me,
in some way or another.
...
I'm told that this is all a lesson,
but it seems that lessons never stop.
Another new age day dream
stuck in a time warp
with delusions of grandeur.
Like Atlantis, in a Donovan song,
creating an ideal
that is so romantic, not true.
Faith, though,
is not built on illusions, books, or ideals.
The swamp flower still lives
opens and closes at any given light,
like we should, and I will.
4. TITLE: Sea Flowers 2/27/90
Wisdom:
Flower of the sea waves look in, at my stars. My stars. Love my sea wave flowers. Do you love my sea flowers. It is the mineral in my salt that give them their color. Eat my sea salt in plants from the sea & you too shall bloom as a flower of my many colors. Jesus.
We're high up on a cliff above the sea. It's very very exquisite here. I have never seen the stars so big and bright. I remain his humble servant.. Vina, the Whispering Counselor.
Poem
Sitting here, on the edge of a cliff
looking at the ocean
always wondering
evaluating,
occasionally writing,
what all this means,
and where it leads.
To this day,
I continue to write,
because these words
always feel different
and valuable somehow.
I wave my arms, slowly,
under the starred sky,
and then my pen,
and think of the ocean flowers
that swing to and from
with the movement of the waters
that sometimes cuts
their own lifeline.
I think of mine own,
three worlds
that I have lived in,
all of which have changed me
as a man,
as a person,
as a spirit.
Some of these feelings
soar straight up
with its many thoughts, hopes, and desires.
Other feelings soar a bit sideways,
as if I knew not what the desires,
hopes or thoughts were.
And then, others still,
come and go, and seem to move
in ways that are not linear at all,
with twists and turns,
waves that come and go,
emotions that live and die
in the same breath.
Here alone, I have stopped worrying,
as I see the sea flowers move,
they still grow,
and come alive in this ocean,
called life.
5. TITLE: Star Food Wisdom 3/18/90 9:00AM
Wisdom:
( I saw this image in a vision of grays. Then Ki-o-tee-a appeared in gray bird form in flight. Very beautiful.)
Deva Speaks:
Dream your night-day dreams.Sleep not when I appear. Fear me not for I am of the same light you are. Speek to me in my tounge. My tongue is all colors of aura. So all you need to do is to see my colors. Even if you are blind, I will appear for - to you. Touch that which I live in & you shall feel me in many forms. Eat of my goodness, & you shall become like me in spirit also. You shall be my many colors. Who so sayeth these things shall forever bring me forth. I speek of light wisdom. It gives me my food. We all eat of the same light-earth-plant-food wisdom & stars. I speak of the stars for Vina. She is a star wisdom form. I know her well. She feeds upon star food wisdom as I do also. I am who I say I am....I remain his humble servant. Vina. The Whispering Counselor.
Poem
When I first saw these images
I thought of them as "images"
moving in time,
up or down,
I can't remember which,
but I think it moved in both directions
at the same time,
and they confused me.
I knew all the lines,
we are the same,
made of star matter,
the same spirit matter.
the same body matter,
yet, when I saw these
I doubted,
for the first time.
They had a body,
feeling
a life
and had some stalks
growing
inside its shell,
from its rounded terrain.
They were very large,
extremely bright
strong
beautiful
well defined
and so clear
that I wondered
if I was really seeing it
or imagining it.
I don't like
doubting my visions
lest I deny
my own abilities,
mind, or spirit.
I knew
I was seeing something special
from the hands of a creator
that could see
much more than most of us
ever do.
Maybe it was the style,
that stood out.
Moving creatures
in every direction
standing out loud
clear in form
and even more clear
about what they meant
...
that part I knew and understood.
Each soul has form
spirit
life
and a ...
body,
thought it is not defined
in a manner that we are used to.
And each form
lives, and moves
separately of itself
in wondrous ways
towards various places
of predestined designs,
forms and places,
where we all
can be appreciative
of each other's tasks.
Vina's was clear now.
She is brought to us
to teach us to see,
what would otherwise
scare us so much,
were we not prepared
to see it.
These things look different,
their energy shells differ,
sparkles so vast
that we can barely admit
that we could be seeing something,
lest we become so scared.
But it is the spirit's desire
that we learn this, and then
pass it on to other generations,
if not through our
inner connections
at least through our
outer love.
The slippery movements
of the star food wisdom
traveling through time and space,
walked by me
and I cried,
for I knew that I was blessed,
and could visualize
what most have a hard time seeing.
It was awesome,
It was beautiful.
And the seeds
for the star food wisdom
have been planted
in my body/spirit forever.
May I learn
how to share it with everyone,
like Vina's lines have done,
so clearly.
Amen.
Copyright (c) 1997. Pedro Sena
6. TITLE: Where the Butterfly has been 2/20/90 1:25AM
Wisdom:
Sweeping across my wind shall give you memories. Lift your wings & fly. The wings of your heart can carry you. The wind within your wings shall be your guide. When you see my wind you shall be at your destiny. I love you always. Jesus. I remain his humble servant. Deva. Vina. The Whispering Counselor.
Poem
Today,
yesterday,
eons ago,
I was kissed,
and the butterfly
that touched me,
is gone today,
but not from my memory,
or this poem.
I shine brightly,
full of colors and beauty
hidden in my stalks
ready for growth, yearning
sitting still
until all the butterflies
come by and say
their hellos
...
I see saw in the wind
and often the butterflies fall
and come back around
a minute later
to sit on my limbs,
to rest their wings.
My castle stands
on the edge of the stalks,
and admires the life
the wind, my vision,
in wonders of sparkles
energies that float
about me
and caress my shape.
It all seems like a dance
with the butterflies
when they appear,
not just one
but many,
Yesterday, another stalk
came up from the ground
and met us.
He looks like me,
unafraid,
hearty, strong
waiting for the kisses
that bring us alive.
I still fear,
and cry now and then
but it all goes away
the moment when
the butterflies have been
here.
Copyright (c) 1997. Pedro Sena
7. TITLE: Spirits Play 4/12/90 5:56AM
Wisdom:
My guardian Angel Helen appeared in brilliant blue fireball forms on Deva Flower page. Who but I can do these things?. Jesus. I remain his humble servant. Vina. the Whispering Counselor.
Poem
In time, and space
we exist
and while it never appears so
we play,
a dance
a life
a movement
rotations
revolutions
around
each other.
Science talks
spirit walks
little happens
...
lights move
shafts appear
glows disappear
wands lighten
sorcerers darken
...
three strands
of my light
leave today
and shoot upwards
towards the heavens
and shine
and shine
and shine
fragrances of untold scents
arise from my tips
into the heavens
unnoticed,
but admired,
if not by my energy,
and the universe
that put me here.
In this vast swirl
of time and place,
continuum
I live
and will die,
but not before
I lift some spirits
with these scents.
This is my role,
my desire,
my love,
even if wild,
unknown,
or rarely seen
by many.
But in a world of lights
I can live and survive
forever and ever
knowing that my energy
is never wasted
or misunderstood.
Pure light
color
energy
...
I give unto you
through your heart
even if you never know
what it was that passed through.
I sway right
I sway left
Scent here,
scent there,
just for you,
just for you,
just for you,
it's all play, part of our life.
Copyright (c) 1997. Pedro Sena
8. TITLE: Live in Safety 3/11/90 AM
Wisdom:
Deva draws also my spirit flowers. ( I saw this in a vision given to me yesterday in
tan color.) "I choose the safest place for my plants to grow. Some get stept on but
grow accordingly, anyway. You can do the same thing. Grow to fit your spirit space.
Your spirit space may be my desert. Sleep with my flowers, stones, moon, sun, rain,
plants, ants, sand, wind, rain, snow, stars, birds, hail, rainbows, spirits, fish, people,
animals, trees, ladybugs, bugs, butterflys, bees, fragrances, smoke, storms, peace,
love, & all that is holy in my holy light in your heart. Spend much time with what I
have created & care for it well, for all belongs to me. I love you. Care for what I
give you as I care for you also. I give you earth mother - mother earth & all that is.
Jesus. I remain his humble servant, Vina. The Whispering Counselor.
Poem
In this desert,
somewhere in this universe,
next to yours
I have grown
to a very large size.
Today,
I noticed,
next to me,
a sibling.
I don't know how to feel
and neither do I know
what I am supposed to feel.
But, as I look at myself
through the young one
I can not help think
do I really look
like that
proud
beautiful
alive
in this universe
of plentiful energies
similar colors
same energies.
Every parent hopes
that the sibling
will grow
in our image,
in God's image
and I am no dofferent
but seeing myself
I do not feel comfortable.
Happy yes, easy no.
But a hope exists
that I can give the little one
all the heart,
all the strength
that it may need
in its first days
so a whispering wind
may come by
and though it may shake
the little one,
it will only make it
stronger,
alive'r
better,
than before.
It did me.
Today's lesson,
my friend,
was to share
the hearty-ness
that we have,
through our fragrances.
We will sway left
puff a whisp
sway right
puff another whisp
and this will bring to us
that which we need
to grow...
nutrition from afar,
which we must share
again, and again
lest we lose our right
to be born again
in here,
where it matters,
and we can show anyone
what it all means.
As I lean to one side,
and see you, my loved one
doing the same
I think of a dance
which many can not see
or find in this cosmos
but it is there
to be had, and enjoyed
by those deserving
of a chance to play
and to share
like we do.
I shall help
till my days are over,
and the final whispering wind
will bring me down,
my little one,
my loved one,
...
with this arm
I wave some little winds
so he too can learn
to shake, sway,
and let go
of its own beauty.
Today is the day,
I'm told,
that you must also
learn to share
and give.
While I drink from the ground
I am attached to,
I think of you
...
Copyright (c) 1997. Pedro Sena
9. TITLE: Sword of Freedom 2/18/90 1:24AM
Wisdom:
"A flower blooms within it's self. Learn from each flower. then I shall make you into
my Boka of wisdom. Every flower holds wisdom for you. Drink in my - their wisdom
& you shall become whole in my light". Jesus of the River. "this flower grows from
the shallow waters of hidden mistories. You will find this flower in your heart. Know
its fragrance well. Wisdom Now." The Whispering Counselor.
Poem
I awoke this morning
thinking of my inner dreams
not my dreams, mind you,
and what they did
and didn't do.
As ususal, I wondered
about a few meanings
and then decided
that most of it was meaningless
since I had very little will
in those experiences.
I figured that the sword of freedom
meant one thing.
On the inside
we can grow and grow and grow
and the majority of the dreams
I had, always carried
themselves. That is
what I wanted, or needed
rarely came into play.
And I finaly saw,
when I moved within
of my own volition
that the better, and more important
dreams, the real ones
have the edge
that allows you to talk
to walk, to choose
to decide, to move forward,
to move backword
in time and space, too,
to a certain extent
that you know
you are learning
and that these dreams
mean something
to your knowledge.
The Sword of Freedom
then comes alive
really alove.
It isn't about politics,
ideals
religions.
It's about life,
in this vast universe
of ours,
and our ability
to cope
with its immense-ness.
Funny,
one gets there
and our trepidations
almost always
stop us,
unless we are strong
have the desire to grow
from within
abd add another limb
to our trunks.
With every new limb,
or wings, as they are called,
we learn to fly
and to be free
in ways
that so few of us can experience.
Free from thoughts,
eventually free from fear
and ever after
free to explore
what never, ever
has really been done
but by a handful of people.
I wield the sword of freedom
before your eyes
and heart
not to convince you
but to show you
that love is not a word
and that feeling
is not an idea.
It is a fact,
that we can crreate
and live.
And should.
Leave aside
your thoughts
and learn to live
with this sword.
You'll never go back
as it is the art of the heart and soul
within the confines of your spirit
in the grandest manner
you will ever find.
Try it,
and show yourself
how to use the sword of freedom
the one that counts
in the end.
