You are the light that spills out of windows
And the comfort of rain against glass.
You are warm blankets and toes in the cold air,
From arctic storms to drought and destruction
You are everywhere.
You are pain, sweet warrior, of love and feeling.
You are priestesses around ancient fires praying
To stardust and alien interference.
You are hackers staring into screens, disrupting
The world we constructed out of numbers and
Sacred geometry skewed in it’s divine form,
For the divine unfolding of the free will
in duality of expression.
You are 4am darkness and 5am light,
Calling us to stop being afraid,
That morning has come
Comforting us from the fear of night.
But you are the knight,
From the shadows and the monsters under beds,
To full moons pulling water and humanity
Into the deepest depths of the lake
Where the old spirits with hair for kelp
Linger in the shadows,
Holding the child you were, frozen
Under the ice you drilled a hole in
And dove in to search for her.
You are all the pain in this world and all the love.
You are choice. You are free. You can step through
The looking glass or shatter it on the ground
But you cannot escape the
Unfathomable, disgusting, skin crawling
Reality that at your center
You are God
And this world is your canvas
To paint your dreams across
Whether they be nightmares haunting the
Deep, blue circles under your eyes
Or you linger in clouds basking
In river water forever
Drifting with the current
Or fighting against the waves
You are sacred
You are born of love, created in love
And given the free will to choose
Because love is your essence
And all you are meant to be.