I don’t play hard to get, I just am.
Our souls encased in glass. . .
She encased in trust,
I do not play modest on purpose
cause only intellectually do we exist in form.
Maybe Gd wants you all to Herself.
Maybe that’s what it’s all about, and
You are being modest when you days that this is good.
How can this love be in the physical?
Our soul encased as us.
She can’t be “figured out” the only face to love.
The mystical not mystified? Forever I am open. To being touching
and if forgiveness surrounds us, the better to see you with, my dear.
waiting in the WHEN AND WHERE for what has already been shown (told).
and maybe this has always been my problem:
that we pretend it isn’t here.
I’m always Waiting for the perfect question, for the perfect prayer.
Waiting for your permission to let you be there.
To put your left foot in and turn it inside out.
your soul is a body forgotten in form, teach me the point of creation.
I have no concept of love.
Modesty is not concealed, modestly she is revealed. A tiny little body, a tiny little thought, that everyone is gd. and enough is enough. You are free. ALWAYS FREE….
to love me.
believe me, I do not know how I work.
i have seen all the realms of women
who do not even know of power
and water is the
Why do I do what I do?
All the reasons are none. Just let Her
be known. Her name is Sinai. And one lifetime is too small.
Let there be all.
Let me know how deeply this has been sanctified
Soul, I open.
We are Mystified. The back of our hearts glowing,
The back of the head: spring. I see so much blue. Like the one of the sky is the one of the open open open open alive in the ocean of you.
I am modest intellectually, only purposefully did I exist in form.
To watch you Ask about the existence of gd
Like I ask about This world:
does This World really exist? Just because she can be seen? she can be heard?
In modesty we have been most revealed, modestly complete, concealed. In modesty, most revered and most misunderstood.
Have rules really been made by you? How am I to sing?
Not As one Should! and certainly not as one thinks! So only intellectually do I exist in form!
Endlessly patient, Let us figure it all out. Must our figures rely on facts?
Too good to not be true. How to see? Only symbolically. In extremes and the balance of song and speech and praise
I am no longer a child who believes without a body. Thank you for this honor.
There’s something to a melody that loves with all her mind.
Forever Soul I am hoping we are touched from deep inside.