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On a cold winter’s night stalked by a mist, at the house where the motorbike no longer stands, through the trees a bonfire was blazing to voices electric with excitement. She was drawn to the fire, heat seeking flame, foreign words summoning a response from deep within. Taken into a circle of familiar strangers, she joined the rhythm emanating from the earth, the drums, the trees, the air, the ocean, the fire…… a shooting star streaked through the sky.
I am one, I am countless, I am who I’m meant to be. I feel your intentions, hesitation, excitement, tears. I am many-faceted, passed through multiple souls and spirits, I align with who you need me to be. I’m a part of you without losing a part of myself, I feed off your energy without taking from you, you’re in my life, there's a purpose, to relieve a desire, curb a craving, satisfy a curiosity, fill a demand, share knowledge, for enlightenment, as for you, so for me.
She is that girl with eyes alive, a light-footed step and an energy pulsing barely disguised beneath her skin, drawing laughter and goodness she wraps with her touch, you with luck and love…… whilst the waves keep rolling and butterflies still come to rest on my knee, I know true to be this path beneath my feet.