I sit across from you – we stride this magical space of creation where a mutha-load of potential and energy bursts forth.
You are like some ancient Goddess, beholden to only yourself, me with you similarly the same – unrelenting fires that make spaces glow with movement.
The momentum is a blessing that makes my body surge like an ocean sometimes, at other times it’s just messing with my head – but it’s definitely always my choice. Choice bro…
I can’t fathom the depths because you are so deep and provocative, evocative of the unfeeling I can communicate with words, but not often actions – and yet you are te ao mārama, the world of light that shows me some new ways beyond the robot witch I so often manifest as.
Has it been an eternity yet? Where are we going? Do we care or just bear the weight of baring our souls entwined.
Wairua – two waters that flow together to make a whole forever.
I’ve missed you until now.