Please note my use of mixed pronouns is intentional. This shakes me up and serves to remind me that I am valuable as a woman.
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The god I call God is just and worthy of imitation: I would willingly, with all that I am, bow down before such a god.
She is heartbreakingly beautiful and as tangible to me as my own breath. She resonates, and I resonate with her.
This resonance is how I define its love. It /is/ and allows me /to be/ with it.
His connection with me is quark-to-quark and impossible to break, despite all the stupid things I do. I do not deserve to be loved so deeply, but I am.
I strive to deserve this by being hands for the resonance and love others as deeply as I am able. I stink at this, but I brush off my dirty knees when I fall and try again. And again.
If it's possible to get closer than that, I'd say she's even closer to the worst humans among us. Her compassion is greater for them: the universe likes equilibrium.
He waits for us to notice he's been there all along. He is there for those who don't acknowledge him. The humming of the universe in inescapable.
I do not deserve to be loved--touched--so intimately, but I am.
