your face appears before me
glitter and shine
all rounded edges and holding
satin patchwork quilt enfolding
me while my sharpened teeth
bare their essential furor
ready to rip off chunks of the
irascible young one within.
Bowing to you
divine essence within
breathing into you
i remember she is hurting
tender places need protection
she does the best she can to give voice
to all that rises within
we return to that which is not finished
we surrender to that which in the end unleashes
we lift our hearts to find what lies beneath
love is indeed the opening door
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
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