Inside Out

I am wretched, I am divine. Dance the line that connects the two. To know myself is to know you too. Do the work then reflect it in actions then sit in peace and dissect the fractions to make them whole. Pole to pole. Make a gift of the love you stole and give you more. It wont be like before. I have found a new direction, a light inside to offer protection. Self reflection, good thought and deed to gently gather all that I need and with practise and time, strengthen this power line to my infinite nature, the great adventure, the love, the still between the push and shove, a righteous lightness of kindness and flow. Free to go below and not get caught in the undertow. Not get bought or sold or trapped in glue, down there where the light struggles to get through. I'll hold a space for you. We can share it. My love for you makes it easy to bare it and when sadness lingers and I cant see the sun I'll put fingers on fingers and thumb to thumb cultivate love for those who hate, who steal the food from off my plate that I might replace the food that they ate and we will eat until we are no longer topsy turvy and driven by hunger, hidden in anger not living in wonder. Let this be that which sets me free for the giving so that I can go on living this way, giving it away without the losing.