"Choiceless"
When one opens
One is hated
One is loved
How I thought it was only
love
Though it is This.
There is nothing I can do any longer
There is no choice
Never was…in what I am.
I thought I was in control
In this…only torture.
Now it is revealed…
I am nothing…no – thing.
This Gift
That it cannot be written.
As it is read
Heart Speaks
It is for you…as always.
~Joy(heart) 2001
