I stand shielded from your judgement by love. Naked, I am, and free of shame.

No cookie cutter repetition, nothing formulaic here. When the universe sketched out

the lines of my heart I was born; a snowflake on a starry night. No amount of jamming

will fit me into that hole, spiritually opposed

to the tsunami that is me. My voice rides on the wind and boomerangs back

all the way to my essential divinity.

© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019


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