So she said.
Upright and mobile, weary of this lonely arrogant stance.
For whom, before what shall I crumble, inhaling relief of the kneeling ?
Or fold all the way down, head beneath heart, tender child's pose.
Might that be beginning or ending ?
Might there be surrender salvation here pending ?

Loving
is one true thing
no matter what is done
past, present , future
Deep as breath, free as flow
sure as heart sparks dancing
as night enfolds day
and day surrenders light
our souls explore
sweet urge to expand...
**Fly, beloved, fly.