I didn’t come to perform the miracle….

We declare that the Veil is no longer needed.

It’s becoming how I’m becoming…

There is a rhythm to this longing…

I’m in the remembering…

Today, hurdled words like needles and knives..

I imagine a white light…

There comes a point in the healing journey…

When I was a child my dreams were shunned, scattered to the winds…

I reclaim my peace from a dogmatic god…