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 soul
while still gestating in
the dark womb.
driven by an
unconditional loving-kindness,
a love mother feels
for her child before
they are everborn,
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 come from chaos,
from darkness,
from nothing.
is she deserving of our fear?
perhaps irreverent reverence
would better do the trick.
free will has plenty a surprise
up her sleeve,
you best believe it.
