Deepest Cravings

If you could feel the vastness of your being

you would see a microcosm

multiple threads weaving a beautiful whole

a multitude of beings screaming in the stillness of your silence, to be heard, to be seen, to be loved, to be cradled.

parts of you ready to to get naked, stripped of mask and molds and corrosive armature that hides your beauty

forgotten spaces beaming with truth buried deep under your skin waiting to crawl up to the surface of your being

a series of dreams scattered around oppressed under your shallow breath

demons crying to reveal your true passions

a cosmic mandala of undulating love

the whole cosmos pulsing you into remembrance

to embody your brilliance

and claim your place

in life.