Of Spirit

Of Spirit.
Of Source.
Of All.
All That Is.
Is.

And the names 
unfolding itself
to be seen.

Seen... by whom?
Self?

A fragment of
the whole
witnessing itself.

Finding pleasure in
the connection,
the visibility.
The holding of
the gaze.

A soft gaze, at times.
Fierce and protective
at others.

The soul is deep.
Don't get lost,
a worry arises.

Worry.
The start of separation.
Or perhaps the
mere witnessing is
the separation.

Eye-gazing.
Soul gazing.
Seeking to see
and be seen.
By whom?

​One Self.

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I am of Spirit and 
what I want you to 
know is our hearts 
are one.

Ever connected by
fibers unseen.
Forming in dances
of interaction,
of curiosity,
wonder.

A sleek and
sensual dance
beholding the form
of me.
Soft. 
Round.
Sometimes 
vulnerable in my
nakedness.

Of Spirit and body
fashioned from the 
fibers of love.

Expressed as me.

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