Twin Flame

I hear the birds
once again on my windowsill
reminding me of the new day
reminding me that all things are possible
The cool breeze captures a
piece of my soul
wisking it away
as to connect
with my twin flame
in search of the other half
I close my eyes
and I see the other me
beautiful
words are your clay
molding imaginations
visions
the maybes
I exhale knowing
you are there
as my soul still
searches for the other me
the divine masculine
duality
I still hear the birds on
my windowsill
on watch
whispering
you're on your way
twin flame


August 8, 2008 - inspired by reading too much metaphysical stuff last night....



needs so more work.....will modify later. This is the first breath.....