On the radio your voice says girl, yet you say you are a boy. I hear you and my conditioned mind says that you are this, your words say I am that.

I used to have trouble with that concept, I have a hard time with going towards something,  I am so used to running from something.

Running from myself, to dissipation. You run towards your wholeness. A journey fraught with danger, either way. In the end I will work hard to see through the running to the runner.

When I see your courage I can look at where I am going and turn to face myself. Then I will be going home too.

The best part is when we turn to each other, in the light of connection, and say let’s run together for a while.

Women to Man. Man to Man. Women to Women. Male to Female. Female to Male. Androgynous.

I wish it were Love to Love. When we decide to give up the labeling, then we can have that.

In the end that is what we can strive to be, because without Love there is no living. I wish I would have found this out sooner, but I know it now and I won’t forget.