Getting soul naked in life is surrender what we are inside out, free from all ties and social dogmas. In my belief,  my vision and my desire — to dance a naked soul through words stripped of past-present participles and conjugated verbs that shroud who I am behind the veil of fear I am too naked when I reveal who I am without the constructs of the language I employ to keep me safe from being seen. I show myself, I emerge entirely. I expose my vulnerabilities and my humanity flourishes within me. 

Stripped of its vanity, it means — I have to be soul naked to connect on a soul level, connected to other languages, people, changes, adversities — receiving and accepting a fusion of ideas and movements — understanding. 

Detachment 

My naked soul is not  into doing. It is into being. Naked. Open. Vulnerable.  

Detachment of values​​, material goods that keeps us captive, tied to stereotypes. Who are we? Are we travelers or leaners? What makes us complete and complex in our existence? Maybe the simple act of breathing, loving and being happy. 

In my smallness of my soul, my reveries, in all my values I do believe in simplicity of the concrete poetry, free living beings, despite all marketing appeal that treats us as mere bargaining chips. 

The inexorable will to exist, make part of something huge, simple and human… ♥  

Soul naked my words stand. Out. Up. On. Under. Behind. Before. Me. Us . Just passengers in such a short life.