Actually, She’s always full
Only choosing to lift Her skirt
To show us the meaning of Time
Laughing
.
Bathing under ever-present
Full and glory glow
Run rampant with climax
She knows, She knows
.
She knows our hands
Need tempering
Our wild mind wolf soul
Needs titration
The lucky
The lucky
The lucky
Can follow
.
Actually
Her ever-present fullness
Unseen
She knows
She knows
When Void will deepen us
When the knife will push us on
When the contrast
Of sparkling nightime oceans
Will give us strength
And awe
To continue
As our tears, begging
Dissolve into sand
.
Light and Dark
She’s all of this
Always
.
What we see is another
And Her magic
Her rhythms
Her wise coy reveal
Always, actually
She’s full
.
And with Her magic
We learn
How to Be
With the fullness
And the emptiness
Of the everything
And the nothing
And the in between
And the question echoes we hide,
The terrifying disappearances
Floating, thrashing
Desperate for core
She knows
She shows
This
That we truly are
Always
Letting Go 