she signs her name x

She has long yellow hair and scars down her body. wearing skirts that flow around her legs, beads upon beads adorn her neck. her english accent carries dignity. her face shines with light and life, reflecting the qualities you know are in you too. She speaks of truth and mindfulness. Genuine, encompassing of love, gratuitude. Gift of the earth to the earth. to its animals and its rivers, their fossils and rocks. creating art, creating friends, creating food, creating compassion.

i look into her truthful eyes and she touches me. read this, she says. and i do. i read it and i too am awakened. i cannot deny that i have read it. i cannot go back to who i was before. no. I was all these things before...but nobody spelled it out for me that I was. no. Other people have been spelling it out for me for ages. What I mean is, before now, I did not spell it out for myself.