The Gates

what would it be?

What would it be like?

am i the one holding myself?
who says this? who wants that?

under the gates, the plants are growing,

A timeless way to go about going,
a sure to be taste of reaping and sowing.

the One is holding itself.

I am where I am, what couldn’t this be…..?

all i know is under the surface, i’m magic and i am on my soul’s journey.
Holding myself like i’m the one,
the one You are.

What would it be?
what could it be like To Open to You,
as if the Gates were Mine?

What could it be?
what could it be like To Release this Love?

-by emily stern in endless and unrequited love x