Bones, Bridges and Body

Who I am in another's eyes, changes. Who can gaze into such a sea and know anything anymore? The image is provided as awareness, once removed.

Not a goddess, not a witch.
Not selfish. Not distant.
Not the beginning. Not the end.

She said to me once, “the body doesn't lie.” And I thought, “have you ever been de-boned?”

Who doesn't read the words any longer knows half the story. What happens after Gretel kills the witch? Well, happily every after, of course! My tale is done, there runs a mouse, whosoever catches it, may make a big fur cap out it.

Do we not already know what lies between soul and spirit? Truth as a phoenix.

Jesus loved Mary Magdalene because she followed his example and became the love that he was. This human love made an unending bridge. Take my hands and it all become so very clear. Connecting in body is also connecting eternity.