Come to me dressed up in daisies and chain mail. I will unsuit you.
Walk away from me in irreverence – the door will be held for your exit.
Amused for your presence, and grateful for your absence. Come or go. The enemy in neither.
My greatest strength is knowledge of my greatest weakness which is ignorance. Of you. Of me. Of energy. My next greatest strength is resolve. I unravel you slowly. And as I unravel you I unravel me, your divine reflection, and energy twists us toward perfection.
This is a class act. And like a boxing bag, rounded into shape by the repetitive thud of the hungry, I learn the hard way and am fashioned into shape by mistake after mistake. Yet I endeavor to trip over everything just once. For thereafter lays the realm of the fool.
I work at my art. Beat away at my craft. Perfection is nearing.
So come for me, dressed in whatever you like. And be ready to be undressed. Of everything you’ve been told you must be for me.
Walk from me, with as much or as little love in your heart as you can summon. Love finds its home within my eye. And you may find love, and the long road home, by my side. Home bound, nonetheless. Walk with me.