The clouds of mystery - of your prose-poem waft over me with amorphous blends of mystic threads, I feel a mystery and transformed. Yes, these words you weave create a transformational flame in me. My second to my throat chakras open in a haste-like breath - I am open, seen.

Once invisible - longing to be seen, but not expecting this high vibrational opening. It's still there. Open - I feel seen and...

Thank-you for your exquisite words evoking imagery and heart felt vibrations.