Where wholeness parts
a stream there flows
forward, backward
inward, outward
circling in circling

Is this She?
The steadfast single one
who dresses none
Stripping all to intimacy…

Crossing over in steady fire
Transmuting sinews of soul
bearing new faces
Touch-me-nots torn from a fist

Wade in waiting
Running in realms
emerging in supple sobriety
Nothing lost
The new unnamed

Pregnant chastity
Alluring poverty
Reckless charity
All is womb!

Tpt 7/22/2020