the divine feminine, reading the news

her voice rolled over me,
and after seconds of infatuation
with just the oscillating sound,
i heard the words.
you are seeing it now,
she crooned,
aren't you?
you are seeing the rigidity
of belief,
and the people
you would love on every side
of this mirrored window.
you are seeing the need for
hope,
she said softly,
almost to herself
with a far away gaze.

bringing her back,
i whispered with sad eyes,
but what is this thing we call hope,
and how can it fix this unsolved mess,
which is now a two thousand year old
unsolved mess,
maybe more?

shifting the angle of her gaze,
it absorbed mine, and i
floated in the fullness of her dark iris.
hope,
young one,
is why you ask me these questions.
without it, there would be no curiosity,
for there would be no solution
to discover.
it is when you stop asking questions,
stop trying to soften these sharp corners of
belief, stop seeking understanding, stop sifting through history,
stop eavesdropping on stranger's conversations, and stop
coming to me with sad eyes that yearn for peace
that marks the dissolution
of hope.
its once potent pedals will become soggy in
those poisonous waters, and its wings will no longer flap
in mere disbelief
of its own capability for flight.
you will then sit still in a room
with mirrored windows,
reflecting back your hardened notions of the world
through empty eyes,
with nothing and no one
able to penetrate
the thick glass walls.

DLS