To all who’s hearts are wide enough opened to hear.
Her cadence, by the minds standards is slow,
the depth of her perception is vast, holding the entirety in it’s gaze.
An act existing beyond time.
one must sit.
One must see all parts
By themselves AND as part of a continuum.
A TANTRIC tale so vast it has no beginning
Only chapters of constant remembrance
SHE stands tall as tower
SHE wears the garment of truth.
You long touch it, to tug at it
Your eyes wide, wet, baby like.
You gaze in wonder.
Her immaculate whispers buzzing
In your loving longing lobes.