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A moment and then another
I only exist in the space of the other. My strength, my joy, my love - We are the moments we share.
I have no title, no absolutes, no fixed adornment. I am not submissive in the sense that it is in me and absent in another. I am what I am at the time that I am. I am submissive to all and to no one. I submit to the world in complete faith of its wisdom, acceptance, love and deliverance.
I cannot be defined in absolutes but can be labelled with qualifiers just for common understanding and no more - ever disrupting, ever changing, ever subsiding, ever becoming.
I grow into another and another. Or is it that I strip down to become less and less.
2 years ago. April 14, 2022 at 7:12 PM
When I smell wood smoke
It takes me away
To home
Where Spring and Autumn
Drip from my sweat
And everyday
I wear Summer.
Winter warms me
With laughter and love
Warm tea
And cinnamon.
But this is a distant memory
Of what is to be
I will wait
To come.