There is something I try to see.
The Devine Masculine within me.
The examples are far a few between and yet I search for this meaning.
What can I glean from the weak and evil with their legions of the morally feeble?
An example?
An exposed ankle?
A memory of my own feeble ways?
Tranquil is fractal when you let it loose.
Pain multiples if you choose.
What is Devine within me is always a vision I try to see.
Pain does not have to be my only memory.
And just when I get all excited about searching, I’ll notice a little thought perching on a branch in the side of my mind.
Singing a bird song that simply implies.
“You are Devine”
Perhaps searching for sights and visions are not what I needed.
Now
Listening to songs perched there all along are heard and heeded.
