integrity has no secrets

at times, 

there is the breath of a god

that whispers to me

but that meaning 

is beyond my comprehension.

I go with the embrace 

of warm breath delivered,

while meaning 

chases after my understand.

I live in these occurrences

without the necessities 

of comprehension's takeaways.

the encampment of now 

is always offered

but will not ride with me 

into my future.

I am hurting 

with the arthritis of the past, 

as my laboring with expectations, 

as going forward

only to discover 

that nothing lives

for the entertainment of valued, 

but everything is

of the presence there of

as integrity has no secrets, 

in its livingness . . .