our heart of confessionals doth wither when opened to see the luminosity of the universe
consequently waxes to a full and flows over
anon, shattering a time capsel into an elaborate puzzle strewn about the floor of our conscious
overwhelmed and wishing we could peice it all back together into a pleasant picture
we enshrine that it is permitted to be deep,
tis empowering to accept ones soul is broken,
tis acquiecence to process
furthermore tis sanctioned to recieve the great love of the universe,
which has already picked up all of the peices to our broken heart before we could even swim to the surface of our ego.
beached here all we can do is surrender,
to be put back together by the king and queen of hearts
their wisdom breathing pre and post natal qi into our everything untill empty
to be mended and nurtured back to the life we never let our selves have
all life we forgot
this in this life we remember
a life of love reflected in the caress of our devotion
to my beloved this heart of confessionals i do bestow as a humble offering for this breathe of rebirth.
confessed and winged for flying