belief

belief is a hot-air ballon.

breath refills it by speech.

floating in the big sky of self, continues.

once spoken, hot air looses its dignity.

the collective of this still exists 

as forward momentum.

to believe in oneself 

has ego manifestations.

the sky is/was a holy place of residence.

once there in the float, on the rise,

the eyes expect truth to be sight-able,

as if belief is to be trusted.

yet trust is based on 

the gravity of going forward.

float is something else altogether. 

when belief had meaning as its friend,

holding hands was impactful.

some deep imprinting went on,

somewhere within.

but beliefs expressed out loud 

are like homing pigeons set free, 

never to return,

yet mentally expected to.

for one drove far away, 

out into the land of conversation, 

to set belief breath-free.

expecting it to justify its verbal release.

such is the senselessness of speech.

once the author's breath has cooled

and the minds of others 

have seen it come and now gone.

belief was a kind of self-branding.

yet the only true audience that exists

is oneself, 

in the sky,

without a doubt . . .