Lit up.
Continual meeting of edges.
Of ego.
Witnessing an infantry of defenses
met by a cosmic army of helpers.
Who will die?
The one burdened by a legacy?
She who is implicated by an ancestry?
Creative action
meets acceptance.
A mystery is born.
Who will be born?
The one who knows she is free?
She who is transformed?
A return to knowing
breeds an opening to love.
No longer an exception to belonging.
Dissolution of a body’s scars,
and the psyche’s demons
with the force of fluid falls of light.
