the divine feminine

beauty, she told me,

wasn't something you could try for.

what is it then?

i whispered.

it's like a bird, she uttered,

speaking into my eyes.

it lingers above us,

and most of the time we don't notice

its fluttering wings

or brilliant colors

or modest chirps of sunshine

or even that it's there.

but when we do

notice, she said,

we stop.

we stop breathing

and blinking

and thinking

for that

one

moment.

it captures every sense

as it soars above,

sometimes i even taste

its beauty.

how can i get that, then,

if i can't try for it?

i asked, in wonder.

take notice, she said,

always take notice

of the part of you

which soars.

DLS