Knowing not knowing is not a space I wish to be in… surrender is so much more then running a kin to abandon or the sense of nothing in return.
Knowing myself, is a path in which I claim, the man who wishes to know me will honour me in my joy and in my pain.
Yes I am often a child inside but to deny her the right to be would be to deny my own experience
Letting go of expectations is not the same as accepting silence, for silence has been a killer of me who denied and denounced herself, her love her joy for another.
I choose to rejoice in the teacher inside me, the child who needs to be held and reassured
I am woke to the pleasures and joy another can bring but not at the expense of the child like self who needs me…
© All words written by Evelyn M Wayde