the day I met these strangers, my natural affiliation was love and pure elation …. this day, my untainted soul knew no blinds of love and unpaid dues…
these strangers, the donators of these strands - woven and sealed in the warmth of my keeper; my life-giver… in Her womb I knew that love was my creator…
I knew these strangers loved me true and on that day, no unforeseen blues would send us to our doom… I knew my first-birth-breath would be a fresher breath of change in His life as He knew… I believed that Her life’s melody would be stronger with joy and pride too…
these strangers of the night and co-creators of the life of these fingers that flutter furiously across these keys … herewith passion and plea to daughter’s before and after me …
remember your heart’s excitement in your eager surrender to learn and deem peaking mountains to be mere mole heaps in your daily endeavor to conquer your unseen barriers of life - tests in endurance of another kind, to earn priceless treasures born beyond the moon…
remember the first turn of the your first big-girl wheels, held by pink bars and grips finished off with white- ribbon tassels and straw-woven basket… with extra special care He helped you in perfection of those training wheels … your intent and perseverance in evolving your tri-cycle into your bicycle and push those peddles harder and keep the handle-bars heeding and tight …
... one, two, three …
... off she goes…
... her first flight…
remember your first movie premier with Him … the magic carpet ride … even though the lamp is dim…. within Him a genie resides … waiting to delight with joy and light … but beside Himself and ridden with fear …
remember the timber sheets you sanded-down bare for your doll-house repair… how he taught you to follow the grain and not to unevenly stain but to accent the natural flow gently with care …
remember how you danced and flew across the floor, until you were too big to follow his foot-steps; foot-upon-foot … remember what it felt like - floating upon rainbow coloured air…
and while He and you were dismal in your bonding ways … there She was by His side, day- after-day … and guiding you as best she could … left and right, the best she knew … even though she knew she might stray …
remember the love-prepared breakfast and brunches She presented without resentment or traces of internal-torment …
remember the eloquent love in satin-pink ribbon in your long braided hair … and secret caramello-bears hiding amidst your lunch-time sandwiches … sustenance of the ever-growing love that spawned your being …
remember the times, when Her furry and rage brought on by your selfish, juvenile day’s - there was a subliminal band-aid of love-clothed fear… placed upon a wound that grazed only her nurturing, soul-giving intent to serve and protect this most precious gift … sweet honey-seeping in streams from the Earth’s crust too heal and sooth hairline cracks of the core …
remember your anguish between She and Him … when She said NO! and He said YES! … When you knew that both were with good intent in wanting only purest blossoms for you … She angers in fear of the realities of our cold co-habitation - being-on-being tragic manipulation … He hides in fear of acknowledgment of His co-creation and appropriation of these fear-filled qualities throughout his own eternal-soul politics …
Her life’s torment and goal to set you straight and say NO! when you needed NO!…breeches your hull-flooded mind that with freedom, responsibility is not relinquished … to harvest a good crop is to tender and care and let photosynthesis it’s pure, divine demise … like gently wrapped locks in satin-pink ribbon, in your long braided hair…
Her stipulated timeline’s and deadline’s were made to strive and drive clear of unnecessary spilling affairs … to prevent stained, soul-selling gains of those that surround us ... drown us
…. these in-humane …
Her realities were in-fact bedside horror-movies … and Her cocoon was yours to weave thick in love and light-drenched embrace, whatever the case … She fought the external wars fierce and with might, without reveal of the truth of Her soul-severing fright … Her internal wars were silent… soul-alone …
He would walk within a perceived self-induced coma … release internal demons in apathy of required levels of dignity and soul-propriety to say to Her dearly:
... I am weak …
... I Need you …
... I fight You …
... For I fear You…
... Your Strength…
... Your Courage…
... Your Heart’s Willing Light …
... Your Soul-Power…
... I long to seek with you ...
... I long to seek with you ...
My co-creator’s - these one-night stranger’s in love; manifested this breather of fresh breathes and child of the light in God … amidst a mere second, surely eyes met and hearts thumped ... In these moments at least; love had to have reigned here, for one second in a century …
Fear and Pride, were the tiny pebbles that culminated along years of frost-bitten ever-green slopes, falling into the depths of darkness; crashed in an inevitable avalanche of turmoil in soiled roots once pure … now, One - a tainted soul, stubborn and ever-grounded in lands forlorn … and the other, silently in seek of breaking grounds… nutritious with peace and light and joyfully delicious …
See here that in love – creation of life presents itself as a gift in all that is done with care and good intent… a blossoming joy that thrives only in perseverance and affirmation that love not only thrives in harmony but possesses the power to dig deeper to fight for and find internal peace within... to reap the fruits of joy, happiness and soul-freedom… to retrace and embrace the Truth of our Eternal Being…
A daughter’s plea to live free in harmony …
... heart-to-heart …
... for soul-full liberty …
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