The ocean of OneSelf

I was looking for truth once…

Now I search for Life.

For Soul.

I let my long black hair grow like an unforgotten garden in time.

Soaked and dry at the same time.

In the extremes of vulnerable endings.

Where beginnings meet Death.

Face to Face.

Heart to Heart.

And sin is washed off by
His hands,
who serve Her.

In service of the Heart.

Of Life.

Now it’s time to
let it flow back
to the river
it once belonged to.

Home, in the ocean of OneSelf.