It is finished.

Thank you for helping me to remember.
Thank you for helping me to unravel the knot, to find the source of the pain, to help me face my deepest sin, my betrayal.

Goodbye, see you on the next go-round, perhaps~

peace, love, light, as always and as Always,
mon amour


The shine that catches the eye and is gone;
an elusive glint that cannot be followed
or seen from straight on,
only from the corner of the eye;
like a moonglow firefly;
an ember falling from my hair
that spits and flares and disappears
before it can be captured;
it is only the dust on my coat
from the road Home.