The Goddess Who Extends Her Hands

A spark hits the ground

It's a smile from heaven: one that tells us it's time to awaken to a new life

I once believed in pneumatic effluence

No such thing exists: what does exist is the life-principle in each and every one of us

What I mean is this: When the day dawns and the sorrow hits something gets us out of bed.

It's not God; it's something that reverberates in our souls

I call it hupostasis

One day, I'll learn to believe in theos again

But when I cry somebody responds: it's a sort of recollection of all the women I've ever lloved

It'a more than that, though

Love writes our life for us, and if anyone tells me otherwise, I'll show them HATE