Thursday, February 05, 2004
an angel's face is tricky to wear constantly
angels have been on mind as of late, a litany of angels. on first thinking i was envious, desirous. why were they so special? what was i missing?
and then the voice of reason reminded me of what i am so i could stop dwelling on what i am not.
no angel, just fae. creature of the earth, my vessel is grey because it holds black as well as white.
why would you want the dream of purity when you can have verity, vitality and meaning?
maybe my tangibility scares those who coves the angels...
Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.