I flow into her hello like it is the aloe’s Aloha taken from the roots to heal my scarred truths.
She holds me close whispering words that aren’t discerning to the mind concerning the thousand beating hearts that lay beneath the dirt.
Reassurances that no matter which way shift settles that it will always be shifting, growing, becoming the perpetual sun risen set that presents itself with a beauty that moves like mana in the sea.
Her veins extend out feeling my pain and hers, a pulse of the temperature the rises above from below, piercing us from the tips of our toes to the crown of our brow.
She is love, she is peace, she is you, she is me; a spirit that always has been will be when you give attention to her conscious love in unconscious spaces.
Her name is hello, her name is goodbye, her name is here, there and everywhere you hear a babies cry, a sigh of yearn and the burning of ones self to the whole soul.
Past, Future, Presents.
Aloha, Aloha, Aloha.
How I love you Soul.