I have the wisdom of saints and sages.

Stemming from the same source,

You and I have in us, the Divine spark.

I may be transparent.

But I am not stupid.

Such transparency may come across,

As naive and gullible.

But I am neither.

I have the wisdom of saints and sages.

It stems from the same source,

The Divine spark within me.

It is just not my nature,

To engage in subtlety.

It takes too much time and effort,

And a certain bend of mind,

To engage in subtleties.

One has to meander along,

The byways and hidden alleys.

The straight road is so much simpler,

So much easier.

It is also because it is just not important.

How certain of my actions are perceived.

It stems from that transparency.

Born from a simple childlike nature.

Which never really leaves me.

From the time I roamed freely as a child,

The little jungle village on the island of Borneo.

So I am repeating this refrain.

If I come across as gullible and naive.

I am not.

However, if you perceive me as such.

Perceive it at your peril.

For though I take not the path of subtlety,

Meandering along hills and bends.

I see more than meet the eyes,

I see beyond the hidden ridges.

Things not seen with human eyes.

But detected by spiritual inner senses.

These verses came to me.

And in jest, I let them flow.

Delighting in what they reveal.

As they flow freely,

From my head, heart and inner source,

Or from my spirit team.

Times like this, I feel like an imp.

Frolicking and playful.

My spirit, light and free.

As light and free as the spirits,

Flying around us, existing around us.