As the
Brilliant
Infinite Being
That I am,
I'm encased
It's just a
Shell anyway.
Ah... but it is not,
It is a temple
Where
The sacred flame
Burns.
And so every
Woman
Who hates
The form
They have
Been cursed
With,
Or that has
Been
Scarred by
Life…
They should
All know
They are
The Divine
Not trapped
By a shell
Or husk
But
A temple
Or cathedral,
A holy place,
That shouldn't
Be despised
But embraced
Revered,
Worshiped
At and in.
Listen to
As if god
Herself
Were speaking.
Cared for
As if every
Little thing
Were not
For a husk
But for
One's
Beloved.
For it is
Not just every
Woman
But every man
Who must
Learn this
Thing…
That each
Houses
Their soul mates.
The Divine
Is male and
Female,
In both
In neither
& all
Do they
Live.
In us
They have
Their grand
Adventures.
The better
We keep
Those shells
& temples
Better & longer
An adventure
We have.