in the strength of my bones
in the curve of my muscles
in the crown of my hair
in the nape of my neck
in the gentleness of my hands
in the richness of my blood
in the light of my shadow.
No longer driven
by the restless urge to create.
Like nights, spent under Parisian skies
viewing paintings at the Louvre.
Bathing in spiritual love,
I manifested you into existence.
Excerpt from The Chosen (Part II)
Letters to My Daughter coming January 2014.