Beyond Ability

Underneath the wince, the emotion I notice -
I read not your expression; the energy is clear;
An observation at the deepest level, but still -
Only an observation - emotion does not appear.

This, a way of being, seen by others abstract -
The knowing, and wanting to know possesses;
Few, though seem to see it as it really is -
Blessed souls now here to lead the masses.

And wrong, I am, for this only reason -
The common intellect does not understand;
So lost instead of rising to the place need be -
Lost indeed in this foreign gypsy land.

I long for naught, though constantly desire -
The expression beneath the very veil;
The reasons set way beyond the here I am -
Presently building from beneath the shell.

Wait, or wander, collecting as I go -
The muse from the box let go deep within;
Aiming for the galaxy center of existence -
There - where none ever pretend.