The pot is stirred.
My lips are sealed.
But my heart is pounding the drum of truth
in every beat
in every thought shared.
Echoed in the chambers of my deepest longing
my story is your story is no story.
My heart is broken yet sealed by the love
this Divine union brings.
My human body is where all polarities implode.
Where the rising is falling is rising
again and again and again
alchemizing this deepest gem and treasure.
I thank you
I bow to you
I honour you.
Letters to the Universe 