A heartfelt Thank You for walking into my life - in all of your forms and guises.  Stretching boundaries, learning, exploring, loving, healing…  You allow me to be me as I am, as I want to be.  You honor me in allowing me to witness and experience YOU as you are, with your dreams and desires...
YOU
With your pains and your fears
YOU
Stripped of all worldly associations
Naked body and soul
Those eyes are windows and I can only look away when I can no longer keep my own eyes open, when I become lost in myself…

It is the little girl in me sees those invisible wounds, who kisses those scars. The teen who giggles when those moments of uncertainty step in.  The woman who feeds of your heat and your pleasure.  The Goddess who worships your God-essence.

I feel Love which goes beyond looks and age and consequence, beyond you and me, always and forever
Universal
Unteathered
It is love which nourishes and which sets me free,
And I will forever thank you for allowing me this space, this life, this opportunity, these experiences.

I am affected deeply each time we meet.  Your questions teach me.  Your healing heals me.  Your light illuminates tangled pathways on my journey.  Your strength empowers and awes me.  I hum with the vibration of our Oneness.  It’s a game I enjoy playing, it's a hobby which has become my livlihood, it's a gift I pray to keep giving.

Emotions… they are not ours.  They are but flavors of light, energies, signs, stories… They are eternal, they have always been and will always be in this manifestation of life we live.  We can hold them, or let them run through us like water, food, the very air we breathe.  

I must first receive the love which I give.  Let it flow.  Overflowing.  I may love you, though overall I love THROUGH you.  Create your own well.  Gratitude to a Source is healthy and beautiful, dependence is not.  Don’t take it personal, it’s not about you.  It's all about the me within you and the you within me.

Maybe it is personal, sometimes.  But what does that mean?  What will that mean tomorrow at noon?  What will that mean when my flesh is but ashes?  The whys and the wheres and the whats and the hows…
I don’t have your answers, and I hope to always be still searching for mine.

I’ve said before and will say many times again – women who have this much love do not make good partners.   If you don’t believe me, just ask a few of my x’s…
oh yeah, there's more than "a few".

You can’t cage a phoenix, and I’d be killing the gold-laying magical goose.  Our lives are the greatest of fairy tales ever or never told.  Enjoy it as it is, for what it is.





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