By all accounts, I was a happy sunny child.
Life shone upon me, and I grew into a hard blend of Artemis and Athena. Withholding and defending my light with arrows of judgement and eternal virginity. Hunting for more of my kind. People to believe in what I had become.
When I questioned my coldness, the light grew stronger and stronger and shattered my image until the all became One and one became All.
Then the Darkness arose, for I had returned home to claim my sorrow, my guilt, my incomprehension, my fears and offer my love and forgiveness to myself and all.
The Golden Tao.
2 comments:
This is a beautiful poem for the wonderful person of you. . .the words and images become art. . .as you my friend the body and the spirit. . .
love to you dear friend. . .
Thank you Dear One.
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