You'd peek, too.

My entire body is pressed against. A door. My whole weight, little heavier lately as I've added some flare to my aura. Am I the fucking handle?

Truth is.

I am drawn to beckoning doors. But, usually, not yet. Welcome.

My right eye never sees a closed door. Dark and deep as hidden treasure. My key is that of a voyeur, And, voyeurs' key unlocks, just the...View.

I am naked in this room. Mentally saddling this space. Sitting on your face. (whoa. too far.)

The only light I see. Illuminating breath. Vivacious living light. The only partner for all succumbing night. Feels illegal to have this view. I guess a voyeurs due.

The Souls Shakers are in a circle. Impermeable. Ancient. New. Pulsing deep in my chest. Thirteen billion years (or whatever) flowing through each breath. Emitting light from within. I am a part of the door that opens only for the wisest frequency of light and love. Enlightenment. This party is an awakening.

These are the Goddesses known to be Wise. Eternally Emerging. Grounding the farthest reaching vibrations of love. Mothers. Diosas. Divine. Savage. Fierce.

These crones gathered, in honor, for the opened door. Celebrating life with a final breath.

All doors extinguished. The opening of Death.

This is the transformation, not to dark. To Light.

Awakening the Dreamer.

She becomes the Dream.

The Divine Goddess is not held in the hands of Father Time.

I no longer day dream through key holes. Once I stopped watching.

A door opened. Another. No keys necessary in the flow, bro. Bra.

These women have always opened Your door. And will always hold you when your Breath births Death. The mother child reunion of creations eternal light.