I am a Spirit dawned in female form
Happy to BE me
A little time upon my clock
But through an internal light AM free
Content, warm and dry
Nature has been good
Living inside each daily grind
In a quiet neighborhood
Social contact limited
Self-contained, but open
Engaged in life each new day
For somethings might be hopin’
The fact of coupling very distant
Just a dash of this or that
But life has given a new assignment
It lives for me a fact
Nature is a Force, I say
We humans, Forces too
Being drawn together
Might bring awareness new
Such seems the case with me
Someone’s come my way
No meetings have transpired
Nor communications lately made
We’re doin’ just telepathy
Within the rise and flow of feeling
The light he holds of my intellect
Continues to BE revealing
I discover things I didn’t know
His Love takes me many places
Love, a Force, a Power
My head willingly embraces
He’s self-critical to a fault
A childhood born of hell?
Reflecting self rejection
Conjecture? I can’t tell
He’s young, withdrawn and handsome
Honesty bears his name
Comfortably shared some aspects
A stallion that won’t be tamed
My heart has not been open
Nor ready to receive
He tripped the combination
A ‘Twin Flame’ I believe (*1)
Our Souls, it seems a mirror
At times he enters in
Takes over when my shyness rises
Defends me once again (*2)
With many issues pending
None of which are mine
It keeps him stuck inside his life
. . . Nature by design
If asked about my future
Do I have a plan?
Let nature take its course
I’m in the background, lending a hand
You ask, “Do you want to meet him?”
“Nothing I’d like better”
There was a time I’d write
Sending Love through all my letters
Well, that hasn’t stopped
The letters still get written
They’ll pile up in a corner
He’s well aware I’m smitten
As a sovereign, he’s very stubborn
Reflects that part of me
So, until he opens up again
Of my directness will BE free.
2/10/22 #2
6:59 AM – 7:47 AM
(*1) I guess a ‘Twin Flame’ is a reflection of us, so to speak. They say
it’s a difficult relationship to master. It seems they are like magnets of
the same polarity and can either push each other away or draw them close,
the way magnets seem to do. The various readers suggest that what makes it
work is BEING or operating at the same frequency.
His pride seems to be tied up in having or not having. On the other hand,
I’m comfortable and spend so much time investigating what I think, that
what I have is just what I need to function. So we appear to be polar
opposites there.
(*2) There have been at least 3 experiences that I’ve had, when normally
I’d brush it off and walk away. But something comes over me, I stand my
ground, and sound like a ‘Karen.’ Moment after each predatory conflict
passes, I usually ask mySelf, who was that just then? It’s like I’ve
accessed a force beyond mySelf.
