doing believing

doing believing,

it's on recall whenever needed.

when mind justifies,

belief is the first line of defense.

what comes to mind 

that then goes to words,

spoken or not.

at least they are present for usage.

the great surmise of say has risen,

but believing is on the cutting edge?

sure it's a wardrobe of wear-age, 

but we are all nude inside our clothes.

belief has mind occupancy,

it's a standard of reckoning.

if and when those moments arise,

it's as if words that stand up for me. 

but below, beneath, and behind

so much more is in carriage.

believing is interactional passage,

but well within,

before belief has a job to do.

there is the quizzical of living,

the earnestness of the forthcoming,

the actual plead of being as it comes.

the cutting edge of thought and feel

are emerging in an ongoing fashion.

some of it, apparently conscious,

and some is from where within.

belief can't direct it all,

but will assume the parade marshal status,

when presented with the situation of account.

otherwise moments pass

as coloring books without lines,

dancing that doesn't look like dancing,

say in the mind 

that doesn't make it into spoken words.

and the feel of it all

is a carwash, a waterfall, a slip and slide,

a sudden rain storm, squirt-guns fights,

water balloons in action, water-colors in art class,

tears chasing after, and the embrace of mist.

belief is then in wonderment.

in essence, belief is after the fact.

yes, one can say principles matter

but they live within

and were alive before belief 

became the wardrobe of apparent usage.

the mental imperative easily dresses in belief.

that which is commonly used,

has belief left, right and center.

but belief is ever the pie crust

but never essentially the pie.

so many undisclosed ingredients make pie. 

as the self is also the bake before presenting.

that layer of self gets glossed over

and easily one can do believing as self.

but with careful self witness, 

there is so much below the surface,

and before belief becomes the operative

that comes into play.

belief is like formal self ware

yet there exists a self always in the making.

and belief has yet to become that wardrobe

to be worn when reality is on stage,

either internally or out there,

amongst those of likewise, 

delivering belief as self directives,

when, if approached and questioned with,

"so what the hell are you doing?",

then, the riddle of belief

will somehow now make sense of it all . . .