To be innocent of remorse of darkly dreaming light; to be innocent of the quest and question.
To be innocent of fear.
To be innocent of love of guilt and shame and spurious reason why.
To be innocent of disclarified religion, the weight of god.
To be innocent of the dispossessed, the sanctified weariness of virtuous gluttony.
To be innocent of self, of inculcated prejudice, the mindless chant.
To be innocent of pain self blame and regret in the needful birthing moment.
One searing moment of innocence, absolute innocence in the hidden eloquence of the clearing breath, the choral symphony, the innocent elegance intrinsic in the promise of life itself.
Be safe,
Karen