Stoic, wise, quiet—the cure.
Allowing me to lead the way
Why I fear him, I am not sure.
I embrace him in my dreams,
Entwine our hands and limbs
I explore the landscape of his being
He quietly allows my human whims.
I like him
I ask him questions
I amuse him
He asks me no questions
If I listen, he gives me answers
If I remember to be aware
I see the me
That my animus is
Free
I will embrace this gentle giant
I know not what it is I fear
He isn't mean or cruel or angry
He is a man I am happy to be near.
He shelters me from others
He allows me to lead the way
I know now he is the sun
My animus, my protector, my Day.
I wonder how to show him that I'm ready to be one?
I wonder how I show him the work that I have done?
I invite him to speak up
Give me words and actions and thoughts
Marry the Moon and Sun.
No longer all alone
Time to be All One.
Come to me Apollo.
Reside inside my air.
I pray to be united
An end to the sweet pair.
Come to my Apollo
I beg of you to live
Inside the sea of me
My reluctance please forgive
I know not what I do
To shun a part of me
Makes no sense
I choose wholeness
I choose wholeness
I choose wholeness
I choose wholeness
I choose wholeness
Unite
Come to me
I forgive myself my reluctance
I know not what I do
To shun a part of me
Makes no sense
Makes no sense
I choose wholeness
I choose wholeness
I choose wholeness
I choose wholeness
I choose wholeness
Unite
I come to you.
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