A Prayer

 

To be the lover and the loved ~

 

Our flesh held the quill, dipped.

and began to create

and began to create

a mirror of perfect love

as it was in the beginning

forgotten in the middle

but so shall it be in the end

which is ~ afterall ~ just another beginning

I try to see it all at once

to be it all at once

my empty shell fills until I feel I cannot stand one more drop

Then I remember to breath ~ to relax

it’s all right, as it always has been

It is what it is

We are who we are

My sister, my goddess, myself