Im perplexed, g, but in perplexity, I become to understand
I just closed off again, bearing down on me, the freaks
I thought if one thinks they’re God and the one they love comes from them, such a love could not be called love,
An old thought
But
Such view stops one from being shaped by you, and keeps one closed off to love!
A new thought
I think I’m beginning to comprehend, a universe I love, a universe shaped by a woman
And hence why they ceaselessly attack me, endless in warfare, because at war I am closed
These few days, I veer between fighting mode and being shaped by love
I would call the old thought fighting mode
The newer, love
You are shaping me, I don’t know if you believe me or not, that you are love, to me
I’ve heard it said a woman was a goddess
I’m perplexed, and I think I understand, g,
You are a mystery
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