I am
Eternally emerging from the depths of the Bardo.
Deep rhythms of Renaissance
Surge through my veins.
Do not tell me that you understand.
Show me.
Show me where you keep the moon in your body.
Show me that you’ve felt god in your gut feelings.
Show me how you resurrect every month.
You dare to call me by one word,
one name.
You dare to define me by the shape of my flesh.
You cannot see what I am.
I am (we are) the embodiment of Source.
Annah Schepers
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