Us and them

Journey through the many levels of their emptiness, wander in their many varied sections of their shallowness. Project not, for there is nobody home, but you know this already, baby girl. 

Bask in the fake white light of the early morning sun, gaze at your soul through every light and shadow reflected around you. The sun is not father, the earth is not mother, you are that and it, and the whole entire universe, sweet mama. 

Stretch your body, twist and bend, but don't you ever blend. There has only ever been just muddy waters, and you are the living water, precious goddess. 

Follow the breath, to you from you through you, this is today's prayer. 

I so love you!