Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.' -Khalil Gibran
My God, I thought you had loved me, as sunlight dancing through a leafy tree and the trunk, a rough exterior, but surely a siphoning pith within. I held the water on my skin and loved it and in this way, I thought you had loved me.
My God, I thought you had propelled me like pirouetting seeds jettisoned on a soft breeze under a great maple tree to land softly on a canopy of mossy dampness all around me and yet...
Understanding what a great happiness it is to be able to take the self on a spiritual path which includes
pharmaceutical blockers of testosterone (goddess worship)
(the me which I had locked myself into was a shell)
I kept trying to pierce that bubble. Two and a half years; deconstructing my mind; going completely mad voluntarily; losing it. Doing so because I knew that on the other side of that, in conjunction with following a self- consciously defined "spiritually transgender path," there lay a different person.
Last drifting clouds of night puppets of dark taking flight before the pyres of dawn over the scarlet roses rising to the halyards of God's believers echoing love of life awakening to a temple of gold last drifting clouds of night puppets of dark taking flight
A Mother Of God, See’s the light in everything. Loves without judgement, Satisfied with all blessing. She is strong, Patient, her love is true. Carrier of heavy burdens, So you don’t have too. She has no fear, Has a sense of calm. To help her know just what to say, Her voice, it says it all. Her struggles taught her to be brave, God taught her about forgiveness. When everything comes crashin, She’s out giving second chances. She’ll bring you comfort, When life seems to fall apart. As god instilled her...
When the world falls silent After an uncomfortably long pause I will be completely alone While the buildings creak and the crow gnaws Finding a path along the crest of the mountains And living naturally upon life's bountiful fountain