Candor

So I’m back to being my old naked self,

enjoying the view, enjoying the breeze.
How naked can I be to myself?

I used to be as thin as an elf,
but now I’m too fat to be fully pleased
when I’m back to being my old naked self.

Am I a Ghibelline or a Guelph?
Well, a White Guelph, if you please.
How naked can a White Guelf be to themself?—

loyal to neither emperor nor pontiff,
seeking release
from the turbulent warfare waged on itself

in a vision of transparent nakedness itself—
vacant enough to make all turmoil cease—
that’s how naked I want to be to myself—

finally knowing I’m past all help:
You can see, Lord, I’m on my knees,
nobody but You, Lord, and my naked self—
candid heart of Love itself.