There is not place
or way to hide

All spirits here
are eye to eye

Fear not this tale
nor waist your time

There is no winning side.

The resting is
(now listen free)

The present tense
of you have been

Always seen
(Throughout: between)

‘Neith the Purple Angel’s wings

Always here
and everywhere

You think yourself
surrounded

You need not doubt
what here exists

The Purple Angel rests in peace

Here you are,
perchance; come true

To see your every ending
through

And too,
in every moment next

Unfolding here, your whole-soul lessons

If you need
to see this Angel…

If you want
a single glimpse,

these very acts
of want and need

might push the present instinct out

So never does
this Angel go

And never will
this Angel hide

Your fore of mind
not lost behind

The gone of doubts freed; memory touched

A mystery born
of there lies none

This silent sound…
not too profound

It’s just your soul
that comes to bare

The conscious underconscious you

The water lines
a stratosphere

A line so honestly
not there

By gentle strengths;
your brave tear’s fall

Own what divide keeps face to mask

This blind of sight
The deciet of core

Your eternal freed findings
or your own locked door

Freed time again
both lives and dies

Inhale the Purple Angel’s breath …

But, woe,
you dare think this a waist

Believe you are
not ever watched

To reason
wants and needs’ belief?

Or fear your mind is spy attached

There is not place
or way to hide

All spirits here
are eye to eye

Fear not this tale
nor waist you time

There is no winning side.

The resting is
(now listen free)

The present tense
of you have been

Race not into
your graves erase

The Purple Angel is a gift of life

© Copyright 2005, 2010 C.C. Arsahgra
^{From the Manuscript: The Father Gander Project
Publisher in waiting: Press22.}