Witness to the Divine Feminine
I struggle often.
But to what end?
All the effort I exert is meaningless,
unless it polishes smooth my rough edges.
I don’t need to prove myself.
Worthiness does not concern our Creator.
Any intuition that leads me towards grace
is a gift of great mercy.
It’s almost comical,
how little most things matter.
Eternity laughs when I cling to a moment.
What is my life,
other than an invitation to love?
“Love said,
Yes you’ve arrived,
but don’t think it’s your doing.”
This poem was written on September 29, 2022.
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