Liquid Me (poem)
In the darkness I am who I a was ment to be.
No longer trapped in one container,
I become liquid, fluid,
able to become the me that the goddess saw
before my grandparents were born.
Unhindered I rise,
washing over distant scapes of mind,
ebbing and flowing like the tide,
changing and becoming the world.
At dawn I solidify,
flesh calling to spirit,
wrapping me once again in muscle and bone.
But at my core I am waiting,
waiting for the flesh to slumber,
wanting the release again.
For in my heart I am liquid,
I am whole,
and I am free.
No longer trapped in one container,
I become liquid, fluid,
able to become the me that the goddess saw
before my grandparents were born.
Unhindered I rise,
washing over distant scapes of mind,
ebbing and flowing like the tide,
changing and becoming the world.
At dawn I solidify,
flesh calling to spirit,
wrapping me once again in muscle and bone.
But at my core I am waiting,
waiting for the flesh to slumber,
wanting the release again.
For in my heart I am liquid,
I am whole,
and I am free.
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