She’s a free girl

She’s a new girl everyday

Not a single thought holds her back

Nothing taunts her not even what is wrong

Because what is imperfect is so perfectly whole

Because the universe in its entirety is so incredibly correct, it is everything that is true

She lilts effortlessly through the sempiternal world she has created for herself.  Pressing her feet into the soft earth, her head is clear as glass, she lives in the abiding acceptance that as the universe is a harmonious force which does not include good nor evil, so is her ephemeral state of being.

Her name is melody and song, and beauty and nature, and art and expression.  Her name rings and loves endlessly, vividly, like a perfect asymmetry.

Her light shines magically, sensually.  She booms like fireworks, and is delicate like lilies.  She teases and twirls, is hard to find yet ever present.  Long lasting yet evanescent.

Not a soul knows of her, yet her glory shines brighter.  Free from judgement, scorn, and praise.  She’s not alive yet has lived everyday

When her form dies, she will not, for her energy lasts eternally, and gloriously.