reaching perfection

Step inside; I shall listen to what you have to say.

Pour your thoughts upon my eyes, and let us satisfy our thirst of belonging onto each other. Take off your veil,
Let me see your face, clearly this time.
Ask me questions that can guide me into the Unseen.

The windmill in rotational motion, in the solid circle we sometimes forget that it has blades,
only that when they chase each other, they are complete
and fulfill their purpose.
Even if none of them ever be caught.

Let the wind blow hard, and turn them (us) into one.

Love,
gadistlena