As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own.

I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm,
to feel connected enough to
step aside
and
weep like a widow
to feel inspired
to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty,
to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.

I don't want a blog.

I'd rather keep my hole cards concealed. I hate being vulnerable.