I’m afraid you cannot say, or put into a box the feeling, the essence of love.
There is no gender there, no type or vibe specific that you can find or draw on a dotted line – sorry.
You can’t sum yourself up in a tag line – sorry.
We are finally here, finally awake enough to understand that maybe we are more connected than we think – more fluid that we speak – more complex than we supposed – more grey than white or black or constants – convictions or laws
Since life unfolds you cannot know who you are in this incarnation – but you know who you are when you stop, to breathe a second, remembering that you are the one.
It is the lessons you seek, those that can teach you, shape you, change you into the being you want to be.
You fool yourself, to be elated with the surprise of being fooled again.
The mind cannot see, but you can see the mind. Your reasoning will not help as it is out of conception. It all melts away when you pay attention.
It’s not the role, it’s the soul.
No more pretending that you get it.
Cause you don’t. Your identity is fluid just as your energy has been throughout time.
It’s not a line, but a circle.
mistress magdala 