I am Mad, Disregard what I say

Everything I say is a lie.

Words are prisons in which "i" make myself.

Despite my lies, hidden within me, the Truth.

Can you experience the unfathomable and speak it truthfully?

Does a perfect mirror exist?

Floating upon the Master's breath, dancing.

Singing, the loon of sorrow,
on a still lake in a mourning shroud of fog.

Moonlight, quicksilver on water,and the canopy of heaven to peer into.
My desert flower blooms this day and dies.