>As I free you, I free me.
I will not stake your claim.
I let go.
I will not stake my own.
There is no use to possess me.
There is no use to possess you.
I hear the words, “Give in. Give in.”
As I free you, I free me.
This is a magical time. An opportune time.
At Present I am in my blue-painted room,
listening to a CD, Conferring with the Moon.
A candle is lit, and I am not on the periphery of me.
I am inside of me, in my blue-painted room.
The old me returns. God how I’ve missed her.
She unites with the one who has healed so many wounds.
I no longer fear me.
I no longer fear you.
And it’s exquisite.
The Soul Reporter 