All inside us—man, woman, Child– all one, a mangled mess.
Her light is a bouquet that loves you.
Let the whole earth be found and known again
the cosmic mirror was there to be enjoyed
depth that glows alive
I like to peel away layers of expression and find something like breath beneath.
meaning that sometimes I can know and mostly that I cannot
she leaves us eggs saying you will someday fly and have already begun to yourself
Like a marriage, “I do.”