I am not done

Remind me often

That I am not done.

Liberate me from the shackles of “love & light”

Spare me the separation borne from “theirs” versus “mine”

I crave intimacy.

Set me free to dive

Without thought

Into the heart of darkness

For there lies what my Soul most desires.

When the children of feeling enter smashing and screaming

I will not tell them, ‘Return to your mothers’

Let me draw them in close, as if they are my own.

They are my own

To love

To own.

No, I am not done.

Remind me often

To love this One.

(June, 2021)