How can I touch Honesty?

How can I touch honesty if I do not know where she lives?

How old is she and what she believes?

How can I see honesty if I am blind to what that means?

How that she feels and she creates on me?

I just can be honest with what I mean...

By what I say or even feel.

Mind can justify all meanings to it...

But in my vision no mind can fit.

Only by attention and acceptance...

I can feel what it is.

With courage to feel the instinct...

That talks more than any myth.

Vulnerability is the most of all,

Inside this honest meaning.

By touching this new born feeling,

When in tune with the fear of being.

The truth is just a mirror,

Where more than one reflection...

Can be sensed in all perfection.

But not just one is the honest possession...

Being all part of the same creation.

The same story can be told in separation...

By the moment of felt experimentation.

Than my love, I only can be me!

With no death sure of what this really means.

My life a story with many branches it seems,

All felt and lived in pure disharmony.

My being became ease with integrity...

By knowing what I do not want to see.

My senses mature to perceive the real...

By being pierced by what they had deceived.

Honesty can only be the door...

For the soul to be perceived.

And if this dance is not received...

Than the moment is never free.

For what that means is just a seed,

In this vast ocean of just being.

How can I touch honesty if I do not know where she lives?

How old is she and what she believes?

How can I see honesty if I am blind to what that means?

How that she feels and she creates on me?