What is wrong, when nothing is wrong?

My mind is an open book.
So open, that it closed.
Come forward, take a look.

Read the thoughts via eyes.
They'll tell you all I know.
All the truth, all the lies.

But what is the mystery?
The naked orb cannot reveal.
Padlocked by the history.

That's where we'll lay blame.
Because it's been and gone.
But I feel just the bitter-same.

O'where is joy, I pray?
The joy that is outside.
Should it not be the other way?

I'm shaking. I'm weeping.
I'm losing my head.
Where lives the peace of sleeping?

Go wake her, please.
Tell her of me.
Harvest her calm, share her ease.

The power of three.

Sometimes there are no words.
Sometime there are only three.
Sometimes you hold on to those three.
Because they are the only, of which you are certain.
I am certain.

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Amen?

You love me.
But sometimes you don't show it. You fight.
They love me.
But I don't like how they show it. They fight.
He loves me.
Everyday, he shows it. Look, he's showing it.
With love, not war. So, I see it. Feel it. Try it?
But I am smaller. Younger. Weaker?
I can't tell you, though maybe I should.
Maybe I am the one to say.
But then, it's too late.
You see it yourself, you think I don't know.
I should have told you.
Now I'm in the darkness of my own light.
I leak. Frustration. Contravention.
And I cannot articulate, for I don't understand.
But I do. Yet, I don't.
And then I feel pain.
And then I feel guilt.
And then I feel pity.
And then I feel numb.
So I dance on the rainbow of reality.
For once, she is my peace.
Inside is the storm, outside is the calm.

He is both. Amen?