. . . a higher state of being . . .

Woman: 

The personification of God's passion for comeliness . . . 

      A creature made from love . . .

              born to love . . .

and be loved .

               
My tastes are eclectic . . . I am, or am not, easily owned . . .  I'm inclined to give of myself freely and completely, depending on the company I'm in, the direction I'm going and my needs at the moment  . . . 

my friend says, "that was then, this is now." . . .
            I say what it took yesterday will not necessarily be what it takes today!

             "Trust is fluid" . . . loyalty is not.

Creative sensitivity, spiritual evolution and depth of awareness have an exacting price . . . the higher the proclivity toward some level of genius, the greater the tendency toward a sense of  a l o n e n e s s . . . my desire to be only with me .  

Letting people in is largely a matter of not expending the energy to keep them  out . . . to bring you where I am requires me coming to where you are and that becomes exhausting.

So little of this world's offering is able to fulfill my insatiable appetite for truth and purity . . . when I look to the world for what I already know cannot satisfy, I'm often left depleted and off course . . . only someone of like kind could begin to understand . . . someone like the man I just hurt with my goodbye .

My days are consumed with thoughts of him . . . 
                                missing him has become my solitary preoccupation . . .

you can't see me but I'm smiling . . .

because
from inside I hear my self softly say,  " it's only temporary . . . "
                  (remember, "trust is fluid". . .  trust in flesh is fluid as well ) . . .

and when it doesn't serve me anymore  . . . when there is nothing left to expiate . . .

                       I'll let it go and return to a higher state of being . . .

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