I blur the line you draw for me
And take on the misty veil
And see beyond your tired god
I know myself of fire and water, earth and air.
I am more of Lilith, than Eve
I am myself known
I am the Wild of you
The veil is not danced for your delight
Drawing lines of your authority
Does not hold me
Come out from your crumbling temple
You lonely god
Beyond the mystic veil
There is a wonderment
For all you call Wild in this world
It is lit up with the voice of heart and change
Image: by Josephine Wall
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
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