the Gangsta and the Butterfly

I invite the darkest parts of myself into light filled spaces.

We need each other.

In due time

Karl Friedrich Schinkel, 1847-49

Edge of darkness

Rim of light

There she stood

The lotus opens

A symphony of pink and green

She climbed the stars

Blew a kiss to Mars and back flipped into God’s lap

She’d be back in divine time

Edge of darkness

Rim of light

There she stands