Beyond Love
We may not have it all together but together we have it all
What have you made
of Me?
Legs closed, relentless,singular
nuturer, muffin baker... yet
Dark places
Badness
Weakness
Blood ... Sacrifice
Witch ... not the
Good kind
What am I?
I am the storm that destroys
The illusion
Wise
Chaos
Come ... to strip you of the
Perception of Permanence
or Structured air
I yearn for Him
In His natural state
Within All
His clarity ... focus
His physical presence
His body
Taking
Action
From my pool of
Everything
Creation
He yearns for me to
Balance
His individual prison ... to open his
blessed eyes ...from the
Inside out
I yearn for his unique fingerprint
... full, straight mast
To sail me into
The Sunset
Of this place
We have been separated
Him oppressed
By being oppressor
Me by
Being
Oppressed
In every system ... pattern ...
Levels of
Love of Earth
Education ... everyEVERY
Thing
He has exploded without me
Devastating Action
We still do live together
In
You
When you find the sweet spot
Between Extremes
Where difference doest frighten you
Even darkest
Night
Where you know two things
Can be true in the
same time/space continuum
Where the depth of
All feeling
Is equal ... embraced
Ease and Grace
EveryEVERY thing becomes
Many different
That is where you will find Us.
In You.
Him your Mind
Her your Body
Him takes her command
And creates from Her feelings.
With clear thought
To manifest her dreaming.
Fierce Boundaries to protect
Her Boundless Compassion
To be at Peace with
Deeply Ordered Chaos.
About the Creator
Fiona Mclennan
I love the magic of words and how they never mean a single thing.
For no matter the intended message I ascribe to what I say or write - the receiving of my words is as limitless and unique as our fingerprints.
How Divine.
What fun.
Enjoy.
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