Under The Veil
As we move,
we speak to you.
As we are,
we reach to you.
Torn, just hidden,
under the veil—
forbidden.
Traversing the depths,
conversing with death,
between the folds of discrepancy
is where broken men flee,
stealing us of our sovereignty.
Ignorance binds them to the belief
that our flesh can be nothing but free.
We are what you don’t dare.
Yet now, it’s time for you to care.
For too long, we’ve been hidden,
deemed crazy and forbidden.
And nowadays, it leaves us clenched,
chains our hearts, and fakes our grins.
Yet what our bodies scream to say
is that deeper truth asks us to obey—
to honor the human heart and its pain.
It flows through ache;
we become sane.
We are here to share,
to hold you in your fears
of unleashing
what you hold inside.
Dive in, and in time,
darkness brings light.
What our voice asks of you
is to own your deprivation.
Your pain teaches you.
Whoever hurt you,
it’s now time to feel it through
and hold your transformation.
With your heart
on a quest toward trust,
switch on your liberation.
Dare.
Allow the vulnerable truth.
Release emotions,
let them loose.
They are stored in every thought,
in every heartbeat left in drought,
seeking the flow of your blood,
moved through your soul.
It neither holds nor stops.
We come to lift us all above.
For the highest tree
cannot reach the sky
if its roots don’t grow
us down in hell,
we cry.
There, your inner compass waits
to reveal the direction of your heart.
Tears won’t tear you apart;
they liberate your power—
an everlasting flower.
Go down deep and send higher love,
so your wounds can become scars.
Have no fear of your depth.
This is nature’s way to refresh,
to feed us with pleasure,
joy, and connection, leisure.
In the moment of time,
you’re invited to sway.
Focus on the future
will only bring delay.
Trust the now;
your future will be lush.
We’re here to pinch your soul awake.
It’s not a dream—
it is your fate.
So move your hearts,
feel your veins.
We’re beneath the surface,
yet so engrained.
In the rays of sunlight,
the darkest space ignites
the human within you—
pure delight.
It’s time to flip the script,
to wear with pleasure
the bodies
we were born with.
Treasure.
As we move,
we speak to you.
As we are,
we reach to you.
As we move,
we speak to you.
As we are,
we reach to you.
Tara Casey
Anya Ananda