I do not divide from my darkness

As I do not divide from my light

I am the tender whisper of forgiveness 

As I am the mighty display of wrath

I am protector with blades askew

As I am mother holding babe

It is discernment which holds my wholeness 

Not avoidance 

I do not worship the dark 

I love embrace it

As it calls me to love the light of me 

To know that path in me

I bow to love

I hold my center in love 

Which is not devoid of struggle nor disagreement

Love does not cower from passion

I embrace the whole of me

And what I still cannot see,

I welcome to call my name to its breast

In the language of love

Written in fire or water.

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