This – yes, this woman —
Thus– a woman.
This woman lives
she, she Lives…
She, She is…
She is ..
She was, she will be.
–She, She is —
the woman —
this woman lives — now and for– forever more, she, she is.
She is the essence, she answers all questions.
Any questions you have -look to her and ask.
Or just to laugh, hah, she controls that.
When questions glide–
— Questions like —
Like these, these Inquiries —
why? Why is this?
Questions like –who?
Who makes the clouds move?
Well, she …does of course.
That picture you see on your TV, that -that is she.
That’s Her doing, she is done, complete, she, she is, she has.. She arrived–she has come. You’ll see. You’ll see some, not much but your soul- your soul will show you.
Some.
Your soul will show you some.
Some more, like when she pours rain from clouds.
And the water, it runs.. It runs its course.
She, she gives it force.
She,
she makes it. She creates it.
She, she causes ‘It’ all.
She, she travels down stream, down river beds and river paths..
She does all that math.. Teaches and patiently faces her days — did I mention she amazed this one and next. She is -one and next.
She is previous to this.
She does …
She was- the essence before it was essential.
She is the necessity, the energy. She is the life, la Vida. She is Love. She was Made by Love, she is making love.
Love is her. She is awake in Love. She Made Love. She is Love.
History and present, past and further back. .. She, she was.
She is .. in many ways the woman of days’ dreams.
She– she- is, this woman, she lives.
Yeah…….. and yes, the woman lives.
She – she is, she lives, she moves so well.
Go tell, tell it on the hill.
Oh she, she really will.
You will see who she will be, or rather, you may not ever. She is never fully felt.
Her depths are fully shelved, packed away in day time and I’m certain she’d melt you as she, she would melt me.
So… she, she moves –without her beauty being seen in full because she would pull.
Pull your eyes, pull your heart .. She’d make your muscle fibers –fibrous, she’d be five live fingers stretched to their tips, she would be your wrist.
In fact — if fact is intact with true -she’d have the fluid you produce, your juice, your blood, she would make mouths salivate, but wait.. She Does.
She is definite, a hit, a home run, spike, a point, she’s the point, the center… The champ Ali— yeah, that is -She.
A She- why, Can’t you see??
No, you don’t know so I won’t bother explaining.
She is farther than her father, she is harder and less falter in her feather. She is better.
So believe, in She.
She is the inspiration for breathing. She is the reason we’re leaving and also -the cause of those –
babies being born..
Yes, she is, she was, she is –Life.
She, yes -she -does.
She dances through.
This conscious mind of mine is hers, in this lifetime it stirs.
It is her – her playground,
her, her dirt lot to leave a lot of thoughts running ’round.
She runs the ground.
She runs the team.
Oh, she controls the theme.
She navigates and creates new pathways.
Oh, she is that babe.
That child, that little one that looks up to you.
That eye that sees right through- right through you.
Fore your eye is in search of.. But .. Shut to what she– is.
You can’t see her. I can’t either, but oh how I’ll try.
She– she –is she.
She is this.
This life, this time, this day and next.
… She is Best.
So far in front her font will never be detected.
She is the picture, the portrait, the way and -best.
.. –Best understood as beyond understanding.
She’s gone -beyond any understanding. No attempt nor type of try will lead to seeing who she is.
No, no way to understand this, no understanding this.
This, this woman lives.
The woman lives.
The woman is.
She is- this. A list of adjectives.
A gift that always gives, she is.
She is strength, superb, she does serve… She is smart, she is clever, she is every single letter.. she is hard and soft, tough and gentle …. Take notes on all her dental — practice — because she has practiced– habits that heal those at her shows. She does, she knows.
She is, she was…
dear enough to expose what’s below a roughened shell.
Yes, she– The woman lives.
Birth she gives, this woman lives.
She, she is.
She can see be-yond and past/
she is beyond the past.
she lives -she is –
This Woman – this woman Lives.
She can work shifts, she can catch drifts.
She can patch kits, match wits, with or without mits… She knits..
..yes, she–
… My oh my she’s fly, .. she is.
She will show your shell that it can’t quite protect.
Her hair, her flow, her cheeks indent.
This, is the essence.
Then When she smiles, when her enamel shows, when her cheek bones rose –
to be –
highlighted in their exposed, most formed presentation, her show.
She, she will know.
Because she, she knows.
She is the ball that throws, the cup that holds. She is the nose that senses scents of the rose that she forever grows.
She is the toes, the touch, the feeling of feet on concrete, soft grass, she is often asked: how did you become — ‘such beauty’? “Such Beauty”..
No, my friend, this question will not end nor cease being asked..
She, she is beyond the task. She is be- beyond .. Far past words, far past photos, she froze those when they glanced in her location.
Pathologies and ill — will be dissipated as she has created.
She, eradicates that which makes disease. She takes snakes and makes them freeze. She is the authorities. All of them.
She is all of them.
She, she is all.
This Woman Lives.
