I am Primordial Sound, Emanating. (poem)

I am primordial sound Emanating. I am the grunt I am the squeal I am the moan Of endless pleasure. I am the mother. The gasp between orgasms. The soundlessness Of emptiness, Of depth Of infinite space.

When I’m 64 (Halved): Oh, the delight of BEings of Light!

Today, I live from a space of returning to mySelf, to my consciousness, to mindfulness…to light. In this way, I embody WHAT I AM –a divine being of light.