mistakes have been made
they often mistook
their own source of love
for that which
lies within the hearts of those they encounter
is it really all the same?
or is it a challenge for each seeker
to be loved on his or her own terms
anyone can say I love you
anyone can say they care
and the storyline shifts with the winds
and the seekers seek breath that is pure truth
in one of these worlds
thought forms and material planes
dance in and out of existence
it is good
when it is quiet
no fear, empty yourself
this emptiness feels solid
this fluidity is wholeness
part 2
spilling from her eyes like tears was truth
spilling from her hips like secrets
as she spins
there was prayer
every movement asked a question
every sound provided a word less answer
words distract, words repel
but she uses them until she has learned to let them
use her
and this energy
like secrets, like tears
spills from her heart
pours from her thighs
they are pulled to her eyes
cannot avoid her gaze
the creative force of her mind is aligned with her soul
she is empty and whole
I saw her in the moonlight
cloaked in beauty, wings outstretched
shimmering and tall
and most of all?
strong enough to catch us after we fall.
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