Solitude

I am centered in my solitude, In my solitude I am not alone.  The very air I  breathe -  no one else is devouring it, noone is in my space to claim it. 

In this space of non-presence I am fully present, in this space only truth resides, in this space I AM CAPABLE OF FULLY BEING. 

In this devouring solitude I am consumed by you my own love for me from me to me. 

In this space of love  all is extrasensory. I WAS A stranger to the solitude before, i did all i could to get away from it. Look at me now, we are inseparable. She won me over, with her brutal honesty, she took me on her waves of generosity and stole me away.

 She had too, so I can finally meet ME

By Deanna Avakumova ( Shanti)

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