Wedge of freedom

SOC Writing _ 5.4.21

Wedge of freedom

My own heart - there I will start – turn the key - set the thing a moving. There I begin – again and again I reach for what I feel – lean into what hurts, what is unknown and out of place – the boy hood wounds where I would shrink back, be small and eventually alone and in misery for that which I could not grasp, could not ask for the one thing my heart desired. You. You come to me all of a sudden and take all my attention – arrive under a black cloak and step out naked. Why am I so taken, so surprised and agog? They tell me my jaw dropped – she told me I had eyes only for you – across the room – was it so obvious? Yet it is obvious – for when life call to life it is everything – take hold – full attention on this – all eyes on me – because, because you are beautiful, because I feel the energy trembling in my bone – in my soul – the hole is filling from the inside – you quietly beckon that I step under the sheets – tell you what my heart is feeling – safety with no safety – quiet in the night though sleepless - held and being held – and then as the dawn peeps through open windows your eyes in the blur piercing at me – quiet and my soul is now quiet – in the ether – in this matter that matters more than spirit – the soul reside in oneness – in completeness – not in otherness – rest awhile here – stay in the heart base place and tarry while this life is here. Do not attach. Do not get hooked – for that would be life you are not yet ready for – may never be ready for – you are alone and unafraid – braided hair comes out in ringlets as you unfurl yet another piece of your angel wings – as you decide you wish to fly and the horse must grow wings and leave the girl and love the girl and fly away and return – fly away and return – the soul speaks across the galaxy – has its power to orchestrate a symphony between us – my lover - my daughter – love in all.