Currere…

there…there is where beauty never wanes

and illusion found discarded

barbed is the language of human hearts

tumbled and bare skinned 

rehearsed in risk

and still…

she opens 

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meditation…

I am already inward
everything I am to know
I have birthed
I am breathing
to go outward 
is to step into illusion
is to block fluidity
is to deny my soul’s experience
my soul’s existence
inner-knowing
is to be potentiality
the center point of experience
unexpectant
unencumbered

 

this gentle stillness
this knowing
this love
I am; experience