Fear is like an artichoke.
Layers and scales
And where does love lie?
Obscured, in the heart.
Honesty and vulnerability.
They go together.
We cover our tender undersides
Out of fear
Will you let me past your face to see what’s really you?
Does the danger exceed the reward?
Better to stay with the devil we know, lawyers tell.
The sweet chloroform of security
Never find our limits, never know risk
Never know our potential
So much sacrificed for comfort
Dare yourself to see!
Beyond the self, beyond the evening couch, beyond the television
Beyond the world and reality we think we know
As solid as a manure storage pit
And into eternity
What we call “that of God” in each of us.
 Outlaws, “Green Grass & High Tides.”
 Appears solid. Isn’t.