Words

 

Every word you ever utter,

share with some or another,

or with an abstract absent presence,

will forever be part of the fabric

of your bond with the whole.

 

She is not set in stone,

this flexible tangible thread,

strung together syllable by syllable.

But no matter how you long to erase,

She will not be denied.

She is of woman after all,

this creation you conjured  up.

Don’t shy away,  not now,

She is here to teach you;

Words have power, choose them wisely.

 

It is not in Her core to punish,

It is not She who will hold you back.

She is a mere mirror

who will breathe for you gently,

placing  each question mark.

 

Her name is compassion.

You’ll get to know her as Love, if you dare.

Or if you like, you’ll get to feel her as fear,

each time you try to run.

Or as pain, if that suits you better.

But that’s not by Her design.

That my friend, is your cloak, your dagger.

 

She has but one desire;

To see you naked;

No shame, no guilt.

Know you as the pure spark

of universe´s essence

and hear you utter:

Here I am, I’m nothing but Love.