The box in the square

Go 'round

Skirt the box at the core

in the center of our lives

the one holding our secrets

the shadows of our lives

Place it in another courtyard

Blame them for the contents veiled

The beauty of its packaging

will surely draw reply

Paint it invisible

Cover it with envious green

that in time it will disappear

flying to the stratosphere of Eon

removing reminders of our faults and trials

Such the difficulties of truth-owning

the defects of a flawed perfection

the problem of nudes midst the naked

of not claiming our box in the square

*Reflections of Alan Jones:

-We become what we love, because it is that which makes us who we are and is our center.

-Sin is the lost or damage of our homing device.

-The art of arts is the art of love (William of St. Thierry)

-The lover, the loved one and the love make three.

-You see the Trinity when you see Love (St. Augustine)