One, Two then I am through (with November)

"one"

Somedays it is harder to find Time

So the underlying rhyme

and rhythm of life

Stay stifled beneath the strife

Of being too busy.

Ah! To be alone with Me.

Such a delicious and necessary place to be.

I have a date

With myself

And I can't wait

Time will tell

If I can learn to get along 

With the magical wilderness 

That my existence does encompass

Or maybe comprise?

Too long have I sighed

With eyes closed 

Mind filled with lies

That kept my Heart closed off.

Maybe somebody judged

Perhaps they did scoff

More likely than not

They burned my ass

For the thoughts

My words might inspire.

So many women thrown to the fire...

Now we must be brave again

Break the chains of mind-patterns

That were born from the need to survive

Amidst the tangible, analytical,

More than maniacal and so critical

Bondage of this surface-level 

Society that turned entirely too Patriarchal.

The Balance was lost.

And so, too, were we.

The return to free

Will be

Found in the all-encompassing embrace

Of both sides of every possible face

Masculine. Feminine.

Earth-centred. Stars again.

There is space for All.

None need be deemed to tall, too short

Too Wild: A cohort 

Of True fully formed Humans.

Soul to Soul.

And Heart to Heart. 

"two"

And for all this Time

Since when We began

There has always been One constant True:

In the beginning, there was Me and You too.