The Triangle Of Our Hearts Poem by Carlos Gutierrez

Numbers on my forehead reveal the errors I've made,
My heart and courage covered and masked by the tempted veil.

Now we all follow the unwritten rules,

Rules as empty as a mirror for a mole.

We seek for a leader to guide us through,
When what we are missing is the knowledge we once knew.

This wisdom comes not from the senses
And not from synthetic words.

But instead it comes from the hardwired system deep within.
The one stained upon our skin.

The very one that cannot be cut, stolen, or given to say.

An unacknowledged gift for the ignorant to misunderstand.

A feeling that awakens at the dawn of life itself.

Slowly beating and rocking to the tempo of the ones that have lived before us.

The triangle that brings masses together.

Three words that shape our hearts.

Passion, commitment, and love.