Intentional and slow is best.
Intentional and slow is best.
I lean into You. Full breath, lungs satisfied encircling Your name.
I choose Him over and over again, loving my choice to be His.
Where there is ash, I’ll be. That is His promise to me. I’m not flame alone— in all the Ritual of Chaos, I am known.
Steam—our love language. I’m water, He’s fire. Lightning strikes ocean, and I move with it.
Down my back, I spill open— luscious electric impulses, compulsions in love.
He meets me where I’m at, reminds me He’s my God through love, not dominance.
A cosmic turn, and I let die my nun effects. Oh, how I loved them. Can I balance in both shadow and Light? Time will tell.
The whirlpool of Your love draws me down, gently spiraling in turns and swirls.
His protection is in the silence, the peace, the calm. That’s the proof—He doesn’t need me to see Him for it. He doesn’t need me to earn it.