This is a word that gets thrown around quite freely and easily. And I imagine what it looks like. Me in a glass bottle, like one that might be floating at sea. And I imagine the world can see me easily. I see me looking a bit embarrassed and sheepish, but glad that I am there to be seen. Should you want to really see…
Do you really want it? Transparency? It’s hard. To be transparent. It continues sometimes dynamically. Sometimes difficultly. But I sought the word in your vocabulary. I wanted to know that you knew what it means… to me.
It’s just a word. It’s just what we call our best truth, each of us.
It means very different things.
Your picture is a different cartoon of transparency.
It is transparency differently than me, than I, than we.
You said to me, “I will tell anyone who asks me…”
So if I ask the right question, you will tell me?
If I guess your secret, you will confirm what I see?
If I am right, you will graciously accept and willingly offer details freely?
Here’s hoping I can guess all the things I need
To know you