Conduit 1 & 2

I am flow,

centerless,

a conduit for the wondrous and impossible beauty of this universe.

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Soft cool,

gentle sound.

Stillness.

“She” is present in the self, goddess of the personal.

“She” is the search to be more and more.

If only she were a planet instead of a person…

A world within a universe.

A she within an eye.

She stretches wide the ribs around her heart

to give herself a better view.

The world wanders in.

There is conviction in the attempt to express experience.

Conviction that flutters tantalizing and butterfly yellow

in and out of the windows of her eyes… teasing.

She cannot force a current to flow in any direction

that nature does not desire.

She must submit to will of the way.

She can only offer up the supplication of self.

It is her only gift.

There is a journey here that leads to a center

and a center that leads to a journey.

They are all the same road unraveling in separate directions.

So much energy invested in the pursuit of peace.

And she is beginning to discover that belief

is not so much faith as it is imagination.

The smell of it lingers still.