We were born
of divinity. you are
the infinite.
It was written
within us.
God wrote the codes
in us. You
Let them rise
the fractals of eternity
Let them rise and
search no further.
For death is the beginning
There is no end.
just peace. bliss and
the everlasting unknown.

if i could speak to you
like a cello does
it would move something
inside you
to slowly split open
and become the notes.

God does not see

afterall- She invokes

Her way thru

the womb of space

like it was Her own

She is creation itself

for we were

born in Her own image

Some more dark

than others

but female nonetheless

soft and fluid

Even our male counterparts

were here as female

once upon a time ago

Some choosing to

whine about this present state

grabbing females like

possessions and wanting to

connect with Her again

the little man with the dainty hands

says, nothing stellar and is

deciding how to corrupt you

My Fingertips touch
the Sky and stretch
so much
it hurts
My feet are glued
so strongly to the
ground
shoot roots so deep
into the Earth
that everything
inside of me

now melts

with no regrets.