KINDRED FLAMES
Kindred flames that burn the same
A poem celebrating the beauty of the romantic connection between women. Here’s something soulful and heartfelt:
Kindred Flames
Two hearts aligned in whispered air, A love so fierce, beyond compare. Fingertips tracing paths unknown, In tender touch, their passion grown.
Soft laughter laced in midnight’s spell, A gentle world where love may dwell. No chains to hold, no walls to tame, Just kindred flames that burn the same.
Through every storm and fleeting tide, They walk as one, their souls untied. No need for words, their voices hushed— In love’s embrace, the world is brushed.
You are working with reality in a way that I have never experienced, shattering my notions of subjectivity and belittling the dangers I work with. In the communication of your thoughts, you bring me into the phasing of light that reality consists of, warning me of the suicide possible if I would just stop concentrating. I think your point is that the disease of consciousness, or the pain, stress, and tragedy of consciousness comes from the inability to stop concentrating. Is the lesson that all humanity has simultaneously agreed to remain in a state of concentration? That is so riveting to me, Pepper
🥰🥰🥰beautiful soul healing stuff