a need to be loved.
ever moving toward balance
in all things.
all the temptations of
incarnation in the flesh.
my desires for honesty
and openness.
essentially, the essence of
being a human.
dark as in base impulses,
inborn impulses,
the kind of drives coiled deeply
into ones soul
while still gestating in
the fertile darkness of the womb.
driven by an
unconditional loving-kindness,
that love a mother feels
for her child before
they are even born,
that love the darkness
we are born from
holds for all her children,
now and always.
·
manifest fear can be
·
manifest fear can be
such a small thing.
i face it over and over again,
forever falling off cliffs
into the abyss.
how many times must one visit
tartarus before it starts to feel
like a second home?
we came from chaos.
from darkness.
from nothing.
does it really deserve our fear?
perhaps irreverent reverence
would better do the trick.
free will has plenty a surprise
up her sleeve,
you best believe it.
