My Deity Is Her

Mysticism creeps in daily Shaking her head at me Her smiles draw my eyes Yet do I catch her? Not often Unless you count the floaties in my eyes Which is not the same thing Or is it? Spirituality is my go to place Mediation is my soul center yet for some odd reason I deprive myself her company I know too many hers but my deity is a her so live with it or don’t matters not to me