heals the face

something that heals the face 

from moving the self-narrative along.

that move that is the subtlety of creep. 

that comes in, fits and stops.

to move the preceding moves,

as if mood actually has shifted.

and the language about it 

becomes a barrel-chase of facial expression.

where self-intimacy is becoming 

its own private character action-figure,

as if a shadow puppet of facial presentation.

yet the need to find.

something that heals the face

from being the rearview mirror of the past.

well, actually, something from 

a deeper resourcefulness within.

maybe where trust has deep roots

before reality-overwhelm shadowed our projections.

something of a lessor defensiveness. 

less of fear-preparation for the worst forthcoming.

a place within where shine originates,

where one has more than enough for the caring

of self and also others nearby,

where purposeless joy overwhelms, 

where spirit exudes unto facial expression, 

that becomes commonly the gleam shared.

and grimace as expectation's reward

is lost its impetus and subsequent transport.

where we are oneness

for to come forth,

as if something that heals the face,

as given forth from an open heart . . .