Where have you been
the last 10 years

So much has happened
that I've concealed
in the vault of permission

For the first time
I am revision
declared

You've become more than all you've done
I tell my former self
As it balks at my
Progressive ideals


Now you see me
As I am

And I am
Fully me
Finally free
To be who I've decided
Is me

Change would not have come if I had waited

For some other person or some other time

I am aware
For change is a created thing
Among the masters of their destinies

Nietzsche says:

“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses”.


I dream in order to act with grandeur

Essential dreaming is nursed in imagination
To know that form of love.
To know someone who takes another as they are is the highest form of light I can be
and belong

To the acceptance you bring.
Standing by

I tell my former self
To stay strong
You are a brilliant
Compass of madness

That has been
guiding yourself

You have arrived. I am grateful.

There is a point at which you start to feel that the intensity of all things is so unbelievable, in its enormity of will to believe better exists for you out there, you wonder how you’d ever been walking around at all.

With eyes held so tightly; slivers, chopped, before. How on earth did the light get in? To those desolate pieces needing to be filled so much?
How did I ever arrive here?

Perhaps, just in being led me towards the heat.

There are days when you may feel unable to move or, sometimes, breathe.

In these moments, one cannot fathom how there is anything left to do,
but let go and know
your own faith is working
behind
the scene
And...
Love begins.