Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i told myself today
that things were new
that that thing was done
finished my tatoo
went to the beach
a broken sun dancer waltzes up to my towel
i remember why we all went to the tree
can hear inside of me a wolf howl
sick in need of spiritual healing
it was our destiny
i listened to as much as i could
she took me in kind to visit her heart
looking again at what is our part
each of us has to honor our prayer
all in all it seemed a good start
almost in truth very rare
no matter what, cant get scared
she cannot accept the truth
what we allowed is what we carry
the feminine and the masculine do marry
spirit tells us when it is over
no sweet little voice
will make it different
accepting now
integrity and honor
making someone whole
is something i need from the spiritual

a very hip ride though a life, the reader riding shotgun on someone's personal magic carpet ride, through the pain to the place that starts the healing.....least that's my take.........cool poem.....definitely spiritual.........