Invisible

Seeking to strip our identity so that we may find ourselves. Searching for the sparkle of the heavens refleting in the glassiness of every eye. Our being clearly eternal and ageless. Yet still I fear the creases of our flesh that deepen with the broadness of a smile. Uncertain of my abilities to touch the invisible.

The Call

I can hear the beat of my soul Coming into my being. The booms reverberate through my spirit. My whole being moving with my ancient sound. Instinctive. Wild. Majestic. Naked, adorned only by my divine. Embelished in holiness. Dancing wildly to the call.